One time in shell cottage.

He speaks in sign-language. He moves silently, like a smoke of freshly brewed tea.

Jean observed. Like always, he paused and observe.

"The place I came from," he can picture Sevian said it to him, in his offhanded manner. "Silence is rewarded. You are safe when you don't make any sound."

But is that possible, living without make a sound? It must be really... washed-up experience. Npt a healthy way to live, to grow up in that kind of environment.

"I am totally fine," he can also picture Sevian looked at him weirdly, state softly in placating manner. "It is you I am worried about."

"Eh, why?"

"Because," Jean can heard Sevian paused, choosing his words carefully. "You're tiring yourself, being invested in other people's business like that."

"No, it's not business! I'm concerned about your--other people's weilbeing."

Jean can pictured Sevian nodded, not entirely agreed but was quick to give seemingly quick approval because he's so used to make himself invisible, like that. Jean can only wondered what Sevian is thinking, it's hard to deduce that sometimes.

"I wonder, what are you thinking about right now..."