Fine, he says, and it's the same cutting, staccato noise that Credence makes when a kind stranger asks him if he's alright in the alley. Fine, please forget this happened.

Maybe it's not healthy. Maybe Credence should gently tell him it's alright, and that it's okay to feel off, and that if he's sick or troubled he can always sleep all the time like Kira does, because that helps Kira so it might help Bodhi.

Instead, he nods and continues talking about music. "I can only sing Hymns, but I like jazz music, even if I'm not supposed to listen to it. Do you have that, where you are?"