Bart was becoming kind of a hermit. He was happy to have a living space that existed only to him. It was big enough that it didn't feel like a box. He'd expected to get bored just laying in bed, but he was happy to have a bed and the opportunity to lay there, for hours, that he hadn't really gotten bored yet. Maybe this was a side effect from being in prison, but it took actual effort to leave the house. And when he did leave it, he constantly thought about his parents. That was his main drive for going to the facility to attend the schooling they offered. Because his parents would've been disappointed if they knew he wasn't, and he didn't want to disappoint them.
Today, it was this coffee shop though. He wasn't sure he was an actual coffee drinker before Riken. He'd been fourteen, so it seemed unlikely. He couldn't remember ever drinking it, so he couldn't remember his opinion on it. But there were people. People were good. He liked people.
"Oh uh -" Bart started when the cashier barista person came to him, completely freezing. He'd thought through what he was going to say about ten times, and everything he'd thought completely vanished when he opened his mouth to answer. "I don't... know," was what he actually said, which was not what he'd rehearsed. "I've never tried it. I was going to try it. I had a script of how that was going to go, but I can't remember it now. I like your hair." There were none of those nice social segues or pauses between sentences that generally came with talking. Bart was still getting the hang of those.