The flow of conversation is not Jude's purview, and he lets it stutter and go where it will. Usually he isn't even a participant: it's a thing that moves around him. His parents arguing in the next room; his father on the phone with lawyers; his classmates chattering their breaths away.

Bodhi, like few before him, manages to slide inside his bubble of attention when he isn't drawing him out of it. The rejoinder pulls him back, looking across the open space, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight.

It's a sad thing. Charlie selling his bike, Parker's silence around university. Jude watching his mother walk into court. "There's a lot of things on the ground. Or in it."