Not interested. Thank you. Give me time. The only thing he didn't know he wanted was to vanish. He looked out the window and to the ocean, and breathed out over it, allowing the sea breeze to replace the sense of smell that had inexplicably left him, as though he'd forgotten it existed. The one thing he was desiring was home - or rather a place where he and his father lived in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing.
He looked at the door with a sigh.
"Che. I've had worse. Is there something you want, or are you going to waste my time and yours?"