“Do you ever, just, not say what you are thinking?” I asked. He waved around his breakfast on the tip of his fork. “That is the wrong question to ask, considering I may have many more thoughts that I do not say out loud. Though I tend to feel it is a reflex I gained after spending so much time with my brother; I believe Keahi spoke maybe two words his entire childhood.” “I’m not really sure he had room to talk,” I mumbled. His gold-rimmed eyes flared, letting me know he heard my remark. Drakkon shrugged. “He was a good listener, at least.
