A question like that was going to get a slightly awkward fidget out of Jono. He wasn't really ancient or anything, but how old was too old, exactly?

//Twenty-three,// he ventured, raising his shoulder in a continuation of that fidget. //With another birthday coming up in a few months.// There was another moment of awkward silence before he ventured, //... Too fast?//

He knew time in his world was going quickly. It was just difficult to think of it that way. For him, it was Fandom being painfully, achingly slow.