"Oh. I- that's- that should've been obvious. M'sorry."

"It's okay, lots of things are obvious when someone points them out to us."

He brightens at that, but doesn't seem to have a response.

"We're almost there."

He dims slightly again, somehow managing to seem both eager, and on edge. (He doesn't want to mess up, Glam's been so nice to him, he doesn't want to accidentally ruin their things.)

"It's that building over there," they point. "I—will need to figure out a way for you to get in unseen. Hmm."

He curls slightly tighter. "...a box?"

"I'm not putting you in a box again," they declare in a no-questions-asked tone.

"Thank you." There's definite relief there, but he doesn't seem to have any other suggestions.

"Hmm... what I'm gonna do is create a fake view of the outside of my building and float down to my apartment's window."

He flickers up and down in a nod. "I- as you say?" he agrees.

"Okay!" They implement the plan as described. The platform shrinks some and then starts lowering down to the level of one of the windows.

There's a moment where he doesn't quite follow the platform's movements, and then he quickly drops back to hovering just above the platforms surface.

"So you do fly, I was wondering."

Window's reached, they make a copy of themself appear inside and open it to let them in.

"I- yes? A little? I- not sure how. High I can get?"

He'll still wait for Glam to proceed him before following after them.

Glam hops in, copy disappears, and they leave the window open for Nova.

Nova floats in after them, trying to keep his flames as tight as possible so as to not accidentally set something on fire or singe it.

Window closes, and the suit disappears.

"—by the way, my name's Sadde. Glam when in costume."

There's a brief confused pause. "...importance?" It obviously is important, but Nova isn't entirely sure why.

"You shouldn't say my real name when I'm in costume because it's a secret, if people found out they might come attack me where I live.—you probably shouldn't be seen with me when I'm out of costume because people might conclude I'm Glam, but that's easier to be arranged."

"Oh. Oh! Yes. I understand!" he flickers up and down again. "I won't."

"Thank you. ...okay so I will probably need to figure out a long-term arrangement for you, the stuff I conjure disappears when I go to sleep so I can't make everything fireproof..."

He flickers again, and hovers uncertainly. "I can-" he's obviously trying to figure out where in the apartment might be fireproof. "Can probably just stay here? Probably won't- set anything on fire?"

"The bathroom is more fireproof than anywhere else, but it's kinda small and boring.—have you ever watched TV?"

"...TV?" Beat. "...noisy...picture box?"