"It is," Byron held the pocket watch in his hands, his eyes focused on the ticking hands the dim light from the lantern illuminated. Octavian had somehow managed to get it fixed. He supposed if Octavian had a job at a florist that other people would have jobs as well. And repairing things wouldn't be a stretch. He remembered that one of his school teachers had said that a lot of things were left behind when most of humanity moved to protected areas. He also remembered one saying that they'd lost contact with the other cities, that they'd been overrun by savage mutants. That Byron didn't believe. However, he liked the idea that society existed beyond the walls. That the world continued to spin and people lived like normal. Maybe his earlier idea of leaving the city wasn't as silly as he'd first thought. Maybe it'd be fine. If they could fix the watch maybe he could get fixed too...<br/><br/>That was a silly thought. Just because someone fixed a watch didn't mean that Byron could be fixed. If everything that had happened inside the walls hadn't then nothing else could.<br/><br/>He handed the watch back to Octavian, curling the smaller man's hands back around the watch. Octavian didn't treat him like he was broken though. Not once had he gotten frustrated at Byron for his inability to function like a normal person. No, Octavian actually thought he was cute. Just the thought made him flush. He kept his gaze focused down on his own hands. No one had ever called him cute, and he didn't think he was either, but he was happy Octavian seemed to like the way that Byron looked. Not to mention Octavian hadn't gotten offended when Byron had referred to the other as cute. That little fact had not only made Byron feel as though his heart wasn't going to jump out of his chest but brought back the warm feeling from earlier. A feeling he certainly didn't want to let go of again.<br/><br/>As for him having to go to sleep, Byron didn't say anything about it. He was technically on duty, meaning he wouldn't get to sleep until after the sun came up. Perhaps not till noon depending on how angry Commander Hawk still was with him. He'd left Byron alone the day before but that didn't mean anything, especially if he found out Byron had spoken to his daughter.<br/><br/>No, he really didn't want to think of the punishment for that.<br/><br/>Of course, Octavian still had to sleep. He had a job and Byron couldn't keep him there all night. Though he was more than happy that Octavian would stay a while longer. Though that thought reminded him of something Octavian had said. That he liked talking with Byron more than living his life safely, and Byron didn't understand. Or rather didn't understand why. Sure he hadn't shot Octavian or been cruel to him but...surely there were better people for Octavian to be around. Like the person who'd made the soup so...why spend time with Byron?<br/><br/>"I-" Byron opened his mouth then closed it, shifting his weight a bit but he couldn't get the question out. so instead he changed it, "D-do you want to come again tomorrow? At about ten? That's when the curfew is so no one will be out...if not that's fine too,"