He ducks his head, looking away then, blushing. "They will," he admits, shrugging his shoulders. "Learning... I'm learning what I need to know first," he says, rolling his eyes a bit, looking up but not at Vasquez. Almost afraid to meet his gaze.

"He's teaching me to read first. Write too, maybe," he says, feeling ignorant admitting it. He's feeling like he's the only one that doesn't know how to do those things.