He just doesn't understand--maybe he never will--how the only thing he can even think to say can be the wrong thing. This is why he doesn't talk much. He has to turn his hand over under Bodhi's two and wait for a pause in all the words, wait for no more starts after the stops, and intone his name. "Bodhi."

Just that, just something to ground them both in the dark.

"Cold's fine. I'm fine. You can be upset, I just--pick warmer places to do it." Which just sounds--like it's for him, but he means in general. Bodhi showed up worse off than he is now. "You could get sick, I mean."