The trio was relaxing back in their usual spots at the table, munching on pizza. But instead of it being the simple, light conversations that put Eugene at such blissful ease, it was like a severe case of sixty questions, with twenty per conduit. And for each question that arose, he gave short, meek replies.
They couldn't be further than seven questions in, and most of the pizza gone, and Eugene wanted nothing more than to escape from them. Sure, they were his friends and all, but it had felt like an eternity since he had last seen them. After...everything that he went through, he didn't feel as though he could ever look at them without thinking that he's about to accidentally lose himself.
"So!" Fetch mused with a bottle of coke in her hand. It dangled in her loose grip, but never once threatened to slip. "Next question. Inspiration! Who or what inspires each of us?" She glanced at Eugene, then at Delsin. The later shrugged and began to reach for another slice of pizza.
"I guess it'd have to be Reggie; a lot of my old art stemmed from messing with him, and trying to degrade him. Guess that's a good way to start some of my 'heroically handsome Banner Man inspirations' to the rest of the world, yeah?" He takes a bite, then nods at Eugene. "What about you, Gameboy? Besides double 'H', because I wanna hear about some person, not you...nerding out."
Eugene looked around nervously, at anything that wasn't them. They had this usual look of concern on their faces now that he hadn't been as quick to react. This is kind of what he was trying to avoid, but now it wasn't like it was something he could really do. So he closed his eyes and breathed a slow sigh.
"I...don't have any sort of inspiration. I don't think I ever have. Nothing that wasn't Heaven's Hellfire. But, that was really more of an escape. I guess it was...kind of some sort of inspiration for...my powers and everything, but…" He trails off. It's not like there's really anything else he can say to that, so he keeps his mouth shut. Fetch looks as though she's about to speak, but Delsin beats her to it by sitting up and leaning forward so he can put his hand on Eugene's shoulder. He flinches away, but that hand holds on tightly.
"Then, from now on, you've got us to inspire you, yeah? What's the point of running through the motions, if you've got nothing to keep you motivated?" He gives a reassuring squeeze before backing off, much to the gamer's relief and disappointment. He glances over at Fetch.
"Your inspiration?" He asked meekly. She gave this encouraging smile, and the game of twenty questions ensued.