[He feels strangely detached from the conversation then. What's being said doesn't bother him beyond the subject itself of the threat over him, in fact it's kind of... strangely flattering having people interested in his company and his survival. But something...

He listens to the caseworker talk while he sits, arms folded sullenly, at the back of the room.

"And you believe you'll be a good fit? Despite what I've told you?"

"We know this kind of thing takes a lot of care. We believe we can do this."

He scoffs in disbelief, "Not even going to ask me anymore?"

He makes a faint whine, pressing a hand to his head and then giving it a shake.]

... Sorry... [What was he saying?] I, uh... I told him that... I'd be in trouble... if people knew... He said that... there were others... able to sense...