"I'm used to open spaces..." He shot the kid at his side a glance and offered a small smile. "This is a slow torture for me. Sitting around doing nothing, can't imagine anything worse." Not for someone like him. He needed to be able to move. He was always on the go. Always doing something. Those stolen moments of peace and quiet where he could sit and read were precious and rare and all the more special for it. But now? It was all he seemed to do. It was starting to lose some of that specialness.

"What about you? Are you okay with all this sitting around on your hands waiting for something to happen?" He had stopped cleaning now and had actually turned to give the kid his attention.