John had no idea just how intense Nathaniel's thoughts could be. He might think it was a bit obsessive, the way he considered every single detail, but he would mind. Not really. Everyone was different, everyone had their quirks, everyone had the things that helped them get through the day. Quirks, or whatever. John was no exception, and he wasn't one to judge.
"I'm from Atlanta originally," John said. "Moved to California when I was 13. Been here ever since." He'd hated California when he first relocated. He'd been angry and sullen and hateful toward his parents over it. Being a teenager was hard enough in a new environment. being a deaf teenager in a new environment was a nightmare. But he'd survived, and maybe he'd emerged from his teen years a little stronger for all that he'd gone through.
"My parents are still here. My sisters live elsewhere now." He paused, giving Nathaniel the opportunity to ask another question in case there was anything he wanted to know. So far, John didn't need to prompt him to look at John when he spoke. He seemed to realise that was a necessity for John to understand him. John loathed conversations when he had to keep asking someone to repeat things.