Gage turned toward Asha, still not feeling calm. He was beginning to notice the constant humming though and it helped him see even if his own attention was faulty. Hearing was one thing, but listening was another when feeling so frazzled and angry. Well, maybe angry wasn't the right word, but he didn't think Asha was getting what he was saying and this closeness was weird and annoying. A stranger shouldn't want to help. "I don't know if you're pretending you don't notice so I'll feel better or if you're just an idiot, but I'm blind," he hissed, low, but angry. It was the thing he hated to share most, but he couldn't stand being told he should do things he couldn't either. "I just play music because I happen to have good ears. And orchestra is...." He trailed off, his voice going soft again. An orchestra was strange, scary, a direction. And right now, he didn't have a hint of direction for his life.