[He folds his hands together in front of him and listens. It's not what he's looking for, but he'd not sure how else to ask.]

I don't mind it. [He offers a little more softly. Even if it's not the answer he's looking for, he never minds listening to Kyle's thoughts, particularly on this. Chris appreciates his perspective.]

I don't think I mean who you are...I- [He knows that at least, right?- Maybe. How much of it was all tied together?]

I think I meant literally what you are. You're Kyle regardless, but if tomorrow- [No, that wouldn't help either, he can trace the track of the question. He'd know the difference between being human and not because his senses would be different, his body would be different. He sighs and scrapes a hand back through his hair.]

I'm trying to parse something. For myself. You know about the whole incident with The Tempest, right? The ship that went out?