"Sure, I don't mind staying near the place to see if it works. It'd be interesting." He yawns, and smiles at Sasha, the smile fading as she explains she isn't dyslexic. He stared up, musing for a few moments, before slowly saying. "Ah, well, too bad for him. He didn't get to hear your sweat voice reading things to him." He chuckles slightly, then frowns. Scratching his stomach, he closes his eyes. His face softens slightly, and his breathing levels out. After a few moments he jumps, half sitting up. He shakes his head, and gives Sasha a meek smile. "Sorry."

"Well, to be honest, at least you had someone who took a real interest in your life. Or, at least, a reasonable few. I was taken away from my birth parents because they were criminals, my second pair gave me up because they couldn't handle me, and my third set were completely incompetent. They quite literally adopted me because, and I quote, "to see what having a child is like, without having to go through the stress of giving birth to one". They're probably happily not having kids right now. Or, because I basically took care of myself, they could be in over their head with a five or six year old." He sighed, and stared up at the sky. "Well, when I said 'couldn't handle me' I meant 'I drew a knife on them because they wouldn't get the hell off my back'." Mayt closes his eyes again, giving Sasha time to respond to him telling her about his many parents.