[ Being able to read other people has never come easily to him. He's used to written lines on pages telling him what they think, why they act the way they do, but when faced with none of that, he's always found himself floundering.

Right now, though, he thinks he can understand, and he offers reassurance of his own, hand squeezing that shoulder he's still holding before finally dropping away. ]

And here I was running my mouth without realizing sooner.

[ How silly of him, and he smiles sheepishly as he moves on. ]

The path I took led me to a light, [ he clarifies. ] It felt like I was there for only a moment before I woke up here.