Tavros had been content to sit and listen in on everything the other Prospit dreamers were chattering about, but he smiled a little when Sollux came over to plop down at his side. With how many people were gathered in the public area for the rumpus meeting, Tav normally would have been terribly uncomfortable, but surprisingly, he was at ease.

He continued to watch the others talking, but when Sol dropped down to the grass beside him, he outstretched his arm where his pigeon was currently perched. Without saying anything, Tav had given the Professor a command and the small creature gave a half flap of his clipped wings, landing on Sollux’s knee. Just as Tavros had wanted him to.

With his generalized comfort and heightened confidence (although in comparison, Tav’s confidence was still lower than the average person), Tavros decided to speak up instead of just passively paying attention.

“So, uhh, are we going to be meeting more often? I’m not sure what I really, uh, do as far as being a superhero. Sollux thinks I am, uh, but I’m not exactly going to fly anywhere.” His cheeks held a tint of red, since he knew it was obvious that he couldn’t do much, but he had an honest curiosity of what the Prospit group was going to be doing in the real world. Even more than that though, he wanted to be on Prospit again, since the feeling of walking and flying was so real while he was dreaming.