He tries his best to take in what's being said to him, but he still doesn't understand. It feels like the words have stopped having meaning, or maybe that they never had meaning, and all that's left is noise that makes his head hurt. Even things like things that they like to do are hard enough for him to consider when he hasn't just been confronted with terrible experiences he didn't realize he had.

Drawing his shoulders in as if to try to close in on himself, he leans forward further until his hair is hanging across the sides of his face. He looks exhausted.