He thinks Kellen might have been a spider monkey in a previous life, as it seems everytime they steal time alone together they end up climbing to the highest points around the grounds, ignoring whether they are meant for climbing or not. He lets go, regretfully, to follow up after the gymnast, though the tug at his sleeve is encouraging and he scoots close enough that his ankle is hooked underneath Kellen's.

"Oh, yeah." He reaches down to yank free one of his shoelaces, figuring he won't need it right away, holding by the end and dangling it between the edge of the platform and Kellen's face, careful of the improvised corkscrew. "So this is time. This is our existence, with a beginning and an end. Start and finish." He reaches out to free one of Kellen's hands from the bottle, carefully turning it palm-up like he's afraid it will shatter. "String theory, doesn't like the beginning middle end thing. It thinks like this." Still holding ever so lightly to Kellen's wrist like he's taking a pulse, he lowers the shoelace into his hand, letting it coil and overlap into a spiraled sort of heap, "All things are happening all the time. The string overlaps, touches other parts of the string, things don't happen in order, they're just... always happening. You don't move forward or back, you just... move. Things happen. There isn't a structure, or a start, or a finish. There is just... time. And stuff."