... or was that reluctance? Hesitation? After a few seconds dangled between them like sloughing chandeliers, he embarked on the question as if he were treading thin ice. Honestly, he hadn't felt quite right for a long while, not since well... he couldn't place it. He had to amend and explain himself after he was only able to whip up:
"Not as much as my instincts." as an almost automated response.
And then he'd glanced around, as if what he was about to impart had an air of secrecy, or that it required a bit more privacy than he usually afforded any of his information. H was actually feeling more secretive than usual. Unlike him. He usually was very open.
"I feel as if something is... missing. My instinct tells me something is missing. And the unpleasant noise might be there, but it isn't as strong as my instincts."
I'm good you know! I only want to help... he'd consoled himself inwardly, as if from a remote source. Yes, maybe it was noisy, this mind of his, of late.