"Hopefully not for a little bit yet," he touched his golden fluff a little protectively, looking to Pike and smiling. "Though you pull it off very well, so maybe it won't be so bad."

His gaze softened, seeing Pike smile at the view. He knew this man was not his Pike. He had been turning that over and reminding himself of it and coming to terms with it. He was not his Pike. Would never be the Pike who had given him his chance, set him on this path. And that - that was okay. He didn't want another Pike like the one he had. That would only dilute what he'd shared with the Pike of his world.

This new Pike was just that - new. He shared a name, probably a somewhat similar past, but he wasn't this universe's Pike. He never would be. And that was as it should be.

He set the needle to the board and smiled as the classic tones of Panic! at the Disco drifted out - set to a low volume of course, so they could talk. He would have preferred the Beastie Boys, but they were rather fringe and not to everyone's taste and seemed to aggressive for the moment.

"I'm a glutton for punishment, but I am not a masochist," he scoffed at Pike, settling on the couch beside the other man. He frowned gently at him. "Who in the world has subjected you to Kacellian opera?"