Jason is as dry and prickly as ever. Spike supposes it's sort of comfortable that some things don't change.
He watches the rock make its ascent into the air, falling upward at a steady pace. With no friction to slow it down, it just continues up and up at the same rate of speed, until it's no longer visible.
He doesn't seem like the sort of chap who would just pitch rocks up into the sky for no reason, so Spike assumes there's some sort of method to this. He also assumes Jason's explanation is going to be about as satisfying as his explanations to any other questions Spike has asked, ever.
Jason's not the first person Spike ever knew who dislikes questions. Darla isn't particularly keen on them in general, unless she's in the right mood. Spike hadn't really considered that Jason disliked questions in general until recently, though. He thinks maybe Jason is one of those blokes who consider questions to be some sort of challenge.
So, although it feels very unnatural, he forces himself not to ask about the rocks. If Jason decides to explain, he'll explain. If not, well, if a bloke wants to chuck rocks at the sky, he supposes it's his own business.
"Well, I have been. Cheery little topic, innit? Just one of those little things to ponder when you're lying awake in the dark." Spike leans back a bit, enjoying the effects of zero-gravity. "Do you need oxygen?"
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He watches the rock make its ascent into the air, falling upward at a steady pace. With no friction to slow it down, it just continues up and up at the same rate of speed, until it's no longer visible.
He doesn't seem like the sort of chap who would just pitch rocks up into the sky for no reason, so Spike assumes there's some sort of method to this. He also assumes Jason's explanation is going to be about as satisfying as his explanations to any other questions Spike has asked, ever.
Jason's not the first person Spike ever knew who dislikes questions. Darla isn't particularly keen on them in general, unless she's in the right mood. Spike hadn't really considered that Jason disliked questions in general until recently, though. He thinks maybe Jason is one of those blokes who consider questions to be some sort of challenge.
So, although it feels very unnatural, he forces himself not to ask about the rocks. If Jason decides to explain, he'll explain. If not, well, if a bloke wants to chuck rocks at the sky, he supposes it's his own business.
"Well, I have been. Cheery little topic, innit? Just one of those little things to ponder when you're lying awake in the dark." Spike leans back a bit, enjoying the effects of zero-gravity. "Do you need oxygen?"