[ Eleven. El is for friends. It's probably a good thing that she doesn't consider someone in her mind a potential friend - He can't blame her. Going by "Billy," would be a personal closeness he hasn't quite reached with most people yet. He's barely come to terms with it himself. ]

[ He doesn't move - at least - and save for what is clearly an initial invasion he tries not to go further. He's his own still vacuum, but the younger teenager's worries and thoughts come in trembling waves. He can feel the fear in the statement. Does not ask who Charles is. ]

I didn't mean to visit - Not exactly?

[ He starts and amends the truth, slightly apologetic. ]

I hear thoughts - people - all the time. It doesn't turn off and you were particularly -

[ A beat as he tries to think about how to express it. Loud isn't the word, he knows it's not the word. Empty sounds cruel. And so he settles on the word he said first and foremost. ]

Intensely quiet. The more intense people are the louder it is for me. So whatever you're doing - [ He shrugs. ] Spoke to me? I can try to leave.

[ He cannot promise he can. ]