Luka moving around gives him something to focus on, his eyes gluing to him as he kicks off the ground. It makes his stomach flip flop around to watch him floating like that, just waiting for him to fall or reverse direction or??? Nothing makes sense, and he wheezes softly.

The questions help at least, piercing through the jumbled mess that his untethered thoughts are, and he swallows loudly before answering. "It's a ball. It's bright, um. With. Lines all over it. Shapes, uh, I-I can't reach it. Not from here. Maybe if, fuck, if I pushed off, from here? I could?"