[He's not... unhappy, exactly. It's weird. He feels strange all over, like he wants to eat and throw up at the same time. It's not a very eloquent feeling. But unhappiness is sort of his state of being and now he is mad at himself for crying. Oh well.]

I'm fine. I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine!

[He rubs at his face furiously.]

I'm not-- I'm not used to people being nice. People aren't nice where I am from. Not unless they are trying to swindle you out of something.

[He sniffles miserably.]

... Can you show me the tide pool?