( for a moment, Ben struggles; Robbie repeats the fact of the matter, yes you're getting it, then seems to...not. too literal. ah, that's the obstruction. ) I mean— in essence. It's a window in that it's showing us one another. We're reflecting something back to each other. We are acting as mirrors. ( and that act has done something to the glass standing between them. )

Look at the glass. It's...nearly fully repaired. If it was meant to be shattered...it wouldn't be coming back together. ( at least, he hopes. he hopes dearly. please, strange world, give him this one moment of logic.

they have to follow the cue, the change. it's all they have to work with. they've nearly accomplished something, here. Ben's palm flattens down at shoulder height over the glass, lined like the vestiges of a spider's web, fine and minute. ) Come closer, put your hand on the glass. ( if they're the mirrors, then what can mirroring each other accomplish? he doesn't know how literal this needs to become, but worst possible answer is that nothing will happen...and as far as bad results go, that's pretty forgiving. )