[ Tatara beams, nestles his chin in his palm (where is his elbow resting? who knows—). ]

What, you don't have a favorite time of day, Khun? [ Partial tease, partial genuine curious question.

He closes his eyes, remembers the afternoon sun streaming through the dusty windows of the bar. ]

It's the warmest time of day, perfect to nap in. I dunno how to describe it, but it feels safe. Like things are gonna be okay.

[ He cracks open an eye. ]

Y'know?