Bariyan made sure to close the door behind them. He also stopped to look at the things scattered on the table, his attention drawn by the new objects. The cranes in particular made him raise an eyebrow. But he kept silent, certain that opportunity to ask would come later.

He drew out the chair from under the desk and swung a leg over to straddle it, sitting backwards, arms folded over the back of the chair.

From there, he considered Martin. His silence. Martin had been quiet before, hardly speaking unless spoken to. And he'd hardly ever sought Bariyan out. He hadn't been in the habit of seeking anyone out, had he? Martin, so convinced that he was merely a burden to everyone else.

Bariyan sighs, and rests his head in his arms. Still watching Martin.

He prodded at the silence, very carefully.

"So this is about your father?"