Fluidity, maybe, is a sign of practice. He wonders how many time Kylo’s done this, and for the other newcomers beyond even that. But Stephen shows similar familiarity with the practice of mediation, sinking into the cushions nearby without even a mote of awkwardness born of a novice — his legs cross, and his eyes close.

He listens to the other’s voice, he shoves away all else that does not center on this very moment. And it does not take long for Stephen to feel that faint anchor to the Singularity, unique in that it had never existed in any meditative processes before, like it would draw a straight line from Stephen to itself no matter where he was in the universe.

Without comment, he reaches out soon after, taking Kylo’s hand.