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Chance had an escape in the stars, and an equal passion for them. Starts to him were music to Otto. He understood. "I feel you. I put on some headphones and a song, and I could just lose myself in whatever was bothering me. Music even helped me really feel out the worst of my feelings too." A fascination in two different things, but something underneath it remained the same.

"It was awful. I almost thought I'd never see the moon or sun again." He breathed out and shook his head. "It was filled with poison that made you funny in the head. It kinda kept monsters at bay.. but it weren't worth it. Years without sun or sky, or storms. Think I'm pasty now? Shoulda seen me then." He smirked, poking fun at himself. He'd lost his freckles during those years, which tended to only flair when he had a decent amount of sun exposure.

"I never want the fog to come back."

"Even just listening to it is good. But yeah man... having to rely on clear skies is a bummer." A planetarium didn't do it justice. Not at all. "I actually got glow in the dark star stickers in my bedroom. Way nicer than sleepin' in pitch black." He felt like he'd found some sort of common ground, and he stuck to it.

"It's a curse." He joked, not minding one way or another. He didn't like when his skin tone was made fun of, but he didn't mind poking fun at himself. And Chance was in the same boat anyway. Maybe even worse. Definitely.

"Occasional 4am Titan alarms are worth it."

He'd never take the sky for granted again. He spent hours in the afternoon skateboarding when he wasn't on duty.

Otto grinned. He wasn't the only one. he was sure he hadn't been, as far as night lights went. But the star stickers... that someone else had them too. It was tickling.

"One of my ex girlfriends drew constellations on my face when I was asleep, connecting all the freckles." He groaned, but with a smirk. "Don't be sad, man. We can start callin' you Snow White instead of Santa if it makes you feel better." He patted his shoulder with sympathy.

"Man, you don't sleep much, huh?" 4am? Yikes. "I'd die if I couldn't sleep."

"Don't get any ideas." He said back, not missing the clean up involved in cleaning his face after. "I think I heard the name Chance before. Ain't common I think.. I don't hear of too many Ottos either, though." They were special snowflakes, it seemed. Another winter pun.

"I'll lend you my napping super powers." Otto drawled after, "I can literally nap on command."

He had to admit, having a partner also helped sleeping at night. He nodded in agreement. "For sure. Weird, right?" What made it so easy to sleep with someone else there? Other than certain activities to be performed that drained one's energy.

"That bites. Want me to hit you over the head with a hammer?" He was a nice guy like that you know. Sleep, one way or another.

Otto nodded. When he slept next to Cami, or anyone, there was a mutual comfort in the company. The warmth, and the sound of their breathing. Like when a child had a stuffed animal or a security blanket.

Of course, being the mature adult Otto was, he smirked knowingly when Chance spoke last. Maybe even turned a bit red. As worldly as he liked to think he'd become, he was still a bashful young man. "One of the more enjoyable last ditch efforts to tucker yourself out."

"You're so welcome." Otto drawled back. Kindness oozed from every pore, to be sure.

Talking casually about sex definitely wasn't something Otto did often, if at all. Odd, considering he wasn't a stranger to it. "Can't imagine not enjoyin' it." How sad would it be not to? Not that Otto wanted it all the time. Sometimes he wasn't in the mood. Sometimes he didn't even want to be touched or cuddled. Sometimes.

His brows lifted, and he helped himself to a couple more chips. This time he ate them whole rather than nibbled them.

"Sucks about the insomnia though."

James Bond role play in bed. Otto wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. One thing he was mildly distracted by was that this guy openly admitted he'd been with another dude. He wondered when he himself would have that level of comfort in himself to admit aloud so casually. There were plenty of men like that on the island. His idea of the norm still seemed to cling to the last dregs of it's own relevance in his mind.

"That'd totally be a mood killer for me." He admitted with a curled lip. Role playing felt awkward, for Otto. He preferred his interactions with others to be genuine and real. Kinks were another thing entirely, but again, that was best kept to himself.

"Guess you could always harass the ones on night shift." He joked idly, licking free the salt from his fingers. Otto always preferred sweets to salty snacks, but they'd sure been a treat. Just a bit messy to deal with.

"I get stage fright. Acting ain't for the bedroom for me anyway. Hard enough just gettin' comfortable enough in bed with someone to begin with." Otto mused with a snort. A lot of people must enjoy it for it to be a well known kink. Otto sure couldn't do it. Flirting in general took a fair bit of courage, let alone taking on a role not his own.

"Hard to meet people sittin' alone with the stars." Not that it was a bad use of time. Probably one Otto would prefer to contact with people most days.