It's... [...Well. A long story sounds utterly cliched, and he grimaces at the very thought of the word. He adjusts the glasses he's taken to wearing, taking a moment to rub his forehead in the process.] ...Very complicated, [he eventually settles on, and for a moment surprise is allowed back onto his face. Months? On the one hand that isn't surprising. Wherever they've gone wherever they've been, when has he himself had someone he recognized? True, there was that 'Rosenkreuz' sort that was likely a distant relative but...

...He's not going to touch on that.

Before he can even respond to it, the cy-buddy is rearing, Noa's own claws twitching as the snakes off his head start to hiss dangerously. They can't do much-they're pythons not vipers-but they're not pleased with the perceived threat, and it takes a moment for them to calm down with the robot in such a state.

Brother. He is NOT going to cry, dammit!

It feels almost a hollow victory, to hear that. Brother...] ...So you've been here for months then? [he questions, trying to find some way, anyway to start conversation with the boy without touching on being a snake.] ...Well, [he chuckles, giving a shrug and crossing his arms.] You've certainly been here longer than I have then, haven't you?

...I've been somewhere else entirely. [...Somewhere he's glad he never saw the other in, honestly.]