When you’re not used to being wanted, finding yourself in the opposite situation can feel downright intoxicating, as Jon could testify, were he ever inclined to do so. Normally, he might downplay it, but the current pleasant sense of warmth is nothing he feels he needs to hide away from the glyphlink, or his partner. Jon is faintly aware that he doesn’t need to be so guarded with his feelings all of the time around Murmur, and it’s both unfamiliar and good. Trust doesn’t come easily for Jon, but it seems easier to trust Murmur than most.

Jon finishes his coffee while Murmur gives his answer, and he wonders - if no one has ever asked this question before, perhaps it’s because Murmur hasn’t spent much time around anyone curious enough about him to ask, but why not? Jon can think of dozens of questions he wants to ask, dozens of things he wants to know - not about Celestial history or the secrets of the universe, but about Murmur himself.

He really, really hopes he’ll have a chance to ask all of them, in time.

“I suppose … I’ve never considered that,” Jon muses aloud. Peace is also not something Jon’s ever had in abundance, unsurprisingly. “But I do see what you mean. There’s a - a kind of stillness to it all.”

Something spectacular is vague, and Jon is of course quite curious as to what it could be, but while he would ordinarily press for details before deciding, he doesn’t now. A lifetime of cruel jokes at his own expense cultivated a deep sense of wariness that Jon doesn’t feel is needed with Murmur. The angel may be mysterious, but he does seem to genuinely care about Jon - still a concept Jon is adjusting to incorporate into his worldview - and it doesn’t seem likely that this question is the setup for a painful fall.

So Jon answers - simply, without detailed questioning: “I would, yes.”