"Hey, Time. I'm just gonna say it: Our brothers are close right now, so, uh...I guess we should try to get along? I'm sure they'd like that. Or whatever." Crash was tapping his foot, looking at the DLN as though he was unsure of what to do. "So...How about it?"
Time figured it was highly improbable for him to encounter someone with worse social skills than he did. Years of being somewhat hostile to most of one’s family tends to make friendly communication difficult. Yet here Crash was, speaking to him rather bluntly about what his intent was. He didn’t even have to ask!
Well, that made things a lot less awkward for Time.
“Good plan. I’m sure that’s an arrangement you and I can manage, should we dedicate ourselves to it. Is that all you came for?” No, wait, there had to be small talk, or some attempt at a conversation. What were they supposed to do now?
“… I’m assuming you didn’t think this through very well, did you?”