Trey hummed to himself in response. If not pressed, he found it easy to say nothing and often to do nothing either. He enjoyed the rock of the boat though and considered sleeping. Relaxing even further, he wiggled a finger in the direction of the water. Even in the dead of night, his eyes could see motion down below, surely the waves created from the boat's motion. Other than that though, he couldn't see a thing. He decided though, that there were definitely bunches and bunches of bright golden fish swimming just beneath them.

He'd just settled into this little fantasy when the music stopped. His drifting mood ended with it and Trey looked up, trying to catch Adam's eye. For a second, they met eyes and Trey thought he read something there. Something he knew himself, but couldn't easily put into thoughts or words. Before he could say anything though, Adam started to play again. It made Trey curious and baffled. Was Adam perhaps sad? He seemed like the sort of person who was in control of their life. He knew what he was doing and possibly what Trey should be doing, which he always struggled to understand. So why ever look lost.

After a second more of the renewed music, Trey dropped his eyes again and breathed out. "Why are you sorry?" He really didn't get it.