His brows furrowed, pointedly ignoring his initial comment in favor of focusing on the second. "A month? Juno I just spoke to you on the ship." They had spent the night together, talking (amongst other things) and figuring themselves out. And maybe that's why he didn't really like the way Juno's hand twitched, the way he tensed, the uncertainty in his gaze.

He slowly loosened his grip and let his hands drop back down to his sides under the guise of picking seaweed from his trousers.

"All right. Lead the way." He murmured, hoping his expression was steeled enough to not give away the pang of hurt that hit him square in the chest. Get yourself together, Nureyev.