"I don't want you to burn yourself, ok?"

"Ok," Space mumbles. They twiddle the flower inbetween their fingers, waiting for the bus.

Finally the bus arrives. No one on the bus is talking but the smells - the amount of smells all at once - overwhelms Space. He clings to Axl's arm and squishes his cheek into Axl's side. He closes his eyes - the orange boy marigold tucked behind his ear - and tries to sleep.