"It's... Oh, it's nothing, really. It's no great shakes," he demured, shaking his head. "If... If I've seen something before, I can... I can always locate it in a room. It... Well, like I said, it's nothing, it's just..." A pause and he shook his head, running a hand through his hair nervously. "I just want to fit in. I just want to be normal," he insisted. That was it came down to: a desire to not be strange.