//And in a few months, when I've graduated and gone?// Jonothon's eyebrows had furrowed now, and he brushed his hand through the salt, evening it out on the tabletop. //It's all nice in th'meantime, I suppose. But I really shouldn't get used to it, either.//

To being able to experience taste. To being able to rely on others. To not being a human weapon at least part of the time. Pick one.

His fingers trailed in the salt once again, drawing a circle, first. And then drawing an X inside of it.