[Titus is definitely fun to watch-- maybe it was a bit simplistic, but he's only had the smallest and simplest things to derive amusement from for awhile, and the dog is incredibly enthusiastic while Damian seems entirely blasé about the whole affair. And even if he still felt a bit emptied out, it was hard for him to dwell too much with the dog trudging through a snowdrift.

The bump startles him for a small moment, and he looks up at Damian quickly-- but he relaxes the extra tension when he realizes there's no harm done, and even makes a shy attempt at bumping his shoulder back (with a bit less force).

A muscle in his cheek tugs at the corner of his mouth, for only a split second. But it's there.]

I guess the Court would've done the same if I needed to have teachers. [It still seemed like too much of a hassle. Then again, the Court probably had the same thing.

He finds his gaze wandering again, though a bit more hesitantly than before; but his eyes eventually land on the sky. And the hesitation and nervousness is still obvious (it's practically a permanent part of his demeanor at this point), but he tilts his head back down to look at Damian, his mouth in a small, careful line, apparently confident enough to still ask questions.

He didn't know much of anything about engineering, or computers, or chemistry, but.] What about-- what about space stuff? Like stars, and galaxies and spaceships?

[That's science, right? He sounds just a tiny bit hopeful.]