Billy stretches his hands in front of him, flexing his fingers. Somehow, he's not surprised.

"No, I suppose not. You just keep surprising me with the depth of it---kindness, I mean."

He drums his fingers along his arms, soothing himself. "Some people used to treat me like I wasn't really human. I was too weird, too isolated, wrapped up in books and bolts instead of other people. But...I am, huh?"

Even when he tries to keep his head down and bottle his feelings. "Not that that means you're bad for being different, not at all! It's just really interesting. Honest."