A few minutes passed. Lucy drummed her hands on the table. Cobra stood stock still, arms crossed. He stared at the figure in the lacrima and closed his one eye. Sometimes without sight, it was easier to imagine people when he was listening in on them.
The man sat in the chair, leaning back a bit, one arm tapping on his leg, the other behind his back, rubbing some part of the chair. It was a rather odd repetitive motion to do while waiting, but Cobra didn't think too much of it. He'd seen far weirder sitting habits from his friends, after all. He hummed a tune as he waited, one too faint for the lacrima to pick up. Cobra didn't recognize it, but there was a certain soft quality about it that surprised him.
Besides the obvious physical noises, the man's soul churned with excitement. He was obviously overjoyed at the idea of receiving an answer to his question, but there was something more, something far deeper than Cobra initially thought. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was strange about it all, but then a thought made him stop.
It certainly would be nice to see them in person, I wonder what threads tie them together? Perhaps, once the experiment is over, I will see them face to face and thank them.
Before he had time to think about it, Lucy piped up. "I've thought about it a bit, but now I think I have an answer for you."
"Excellent! Let's hear it now, shall we?"
Lucy raised herself up and smiled. "It's obvious, isn't it? It's love."