Weird kid takes the apple and begins to meander around, poking through cabinets, picking things up and putting them back down, with the air of someone very familiar with doing just that. He picks another apple from a basket on a low table, balancing it on the back of his hand, popping it into the air, catching it, bobbling it between his hands, and finally tucking it into a pocket.

He wishes he knew anyone here. As it is, he's been relatively... withdrawn. He takes a few steps to get closer to Kris, and decide halfway it's too much trouble and just teleports instead, to Kris' shoulder, tapping their shoulder. There's something he's recognized about kids with striped shirts, though, and it's that they share a reality. Or something. Not at all like Billy.


"I don't know them," he signs. "I know there are monsters here."