Without turning back around to look at her, Kurloz continued to hover over Gamzee and watch him write, his eyes giving a brief flash as he returned the sentiment; seeing her settled in so easily and peacefully gave him the impression of one of the many paintings hanging around the Amporas' walls. His mental language was crude as ever, but the feeling behind it was gentle and heartfelt. One of his hands left Gamzee's shoulder and slid across the back of the couch until his fingertips met Rose's neck just above her shirt, drawing away a few seconds later with a stray blonde hair between the tips of his fingers. He smiled softly to himself and let it drift to the ground then returned his attention to Gamzee, dragging his hands back up his brother's shoulders then through his hair, making him look up as it passed between them that he would be back later.

In those times that he went off by himself while the others were around, more often than not it was for only one reason, and with the window of his personal quarters cracked open, he sat down on the floor and lit the thin-stemmed pipe he carried around most everywhere, upholding the idle conversation with Rose about school and other innocent subjects. He had invited her a time or two to partake with him, but thus far the only thing she seemed to smoke were Dave's cigarettes when he would relinquish one. As the rest of them aside from Gamzee didn't particularly care for it when either Makara lit up around them, it was safest to simply wander off.