[Don't really need any fancy telepathy, anyway. It's all right there on Blake's face.]
[What's in his head is long stretches of blankness with occasional profanity.]
[The kid looks (feels, but he can't actually be feeling that) puzzled, and that takes some fucking gall.] You're confused?! How the fuck do you think I feel?
[He grabs his coat from on top of the rock and sits down heavily on another rock, one without a face.]
[Action]
[What's in his head is long stretches of blankness with occasional profanity.]
[The kid looks (feels, but he can't actually be feeling that) puzzled, and that takes some fucking gall.] You're confused?! How the fuck do you think I feel?
[He grabs his coat from on top of the rock and sits down heavily on another rock, one without a face.]
Where I come from, trees don't think.