When he was addressed, the grinning man looked down obediently - and was pleased to see a friend approaching. His own smile wasn't at 100% either...or, rather, his smile was, but it didn't hit his eyes like it should.

"Oh, hi, Mister Traegar." The mouse in his hands sees the dog, and isn't sure if it's better or worse than Kevin. It scurries noncommittally, desperate to get away from both. It doesn't get far.

"No, not really. I was praying, actually." The buzz at the back of his neck keeps getting more insistent, the more he dwells, so he actively tries not to dwell. It's difficult. His mother keeps drifting into his mind. "Trying to find some answers. I haven't gotten to pray a whole lot since I've gotten here, not properly."

He turns his eyes back up towards the sun, staring into it. Most people would find that painful. Kevin doesn't feel it anymore.