[ Of course Gorgug is nervous. Of course he wants to sneak glances at Fabian's face more than he is, but he practices restraint, nibbling on his inner lip as he waits for Fabian's assessment, his reaction. The pin is hot on his skin, Gorgug wishing the other would take it--not because it literally burns. But it's for Fabian. Fabian should be taking it. He should be inspecting it close and casting his judgment!

So even hearing him say, it's real nice, in that disjointed way--Gorgug feels his heart do something funny in his chest, his own cheeks flicker with a warmth that isn't sure if it'll stick around. Because Fabian likes it? Maybe? He thinks? ]

Thanks. [ There's some strain in his voice, a higher note than it should be. He looks at Fabian, then down at the pin, and he no longer wants to look at it, and so finally decides to hold it to place in Fabian's own hand. Once he offers one. ] I-- I can change it, whenever you want. While we're here-- I don't know if I'll be able to do it when we leave.

[ This place has definitely given him a cheat code for his tinkering, and he wouldn't want to ruin it, once they're back on Etraya. He still has to think and make the design. It still takes time, even though he can control where each part goes easier. ]