[He doesn't like the feeling of receiving Echoes. That sudden emptiness is frightening, even as brief as it lasts. As time goes on, he might become accustomed to it, but it's only his fourth. It's still uncomfortable.]

Orphanage. Special in some way, so perhaps also a school. Was called Wammy's House. My . . . Other. [He slips fairly easily into the terminology. Clear and concise; just how he prefers to speak.] He grew up there. [A small, thoughtful pause before he feels the need to add:] It was a good place.

[Not that it's difficult to be better than what his home life here has been. It's perhaps a sad commentary on his life that he'd apparently been better off in the one where he'd been orphaned. But it quite neatly explains why Willow Ridge has relaxed him so much.]