He waits until she's gone to make a face, all polite and 'thank you' and 'all good ma'am' while she's there, dutiful because group homes taught him not to rock the boat, but when she's gone, he gives Caleb a confused, almost mildly frantic look. "I'm not that small, am I?"

Never mind that he knows he's not eating enough. Still, he reaches for it and digs a pencil out of his pockets to drag the test towards himself, making a few notes rapidly, because this stuff is like child's play to him.

"Look, I can teach you all of this, it's easy, but I need to know how you like to learn."