Ren couldn't picture his days without wondering what Luna was thinking. Without the challenge of getting her to smile. Without the satisfaction of seeing her walls crack just slightly when she forgot to maintain them.
Still he sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling of his room.
'Why can't everyone be like men?' he wondered, remembering how simple it was interacting with Taro, Liu, Min, Zhao or his father.
They said what they thought… Thought what they said.
Not many layers of subtext, often none… and no hidden meanings that required a mind reading level of understanding.
Simple, direct and honest men.
Communication that didn't require advanced degrees in psychology to navigate successfully.
But then, a traitorous voice in his mind whispered, 'would they be as interesting?'
Taro was straightforward, loyal, good-hearted… But predictable in ways that made him easy to understand and therefore easy to take for granted.
Luna, Liora and Larissa were complicated.
