Not surprising. Of course it wasn't. "Don't worry, you don't have to talk." Gave him all the more room to hear himself speak, after all. And he was certainly fond of his own voice, he had never understood why that was supposed to be an insult. His voice was like honey and whatever he chose to say was gold nine times out of ten.

"My condolences, for the record. For your loss." That wasn't much of a thing to shoot with, given all the information he had gathered so far. He knew where Jonathan lived, based on what route he had taken to school - easy to figure out looking at his shoes - and he was starting at a new school now. He obviously lived alone and then it was just well-educated guessing. "Although it doesn't seem to be too tragic a loss. Still, social graces and all that. I'd tip my hat to you, but they don't let me wear hats to school."