"I wasn't much of a fan, but I did play it, yeah. Well, at least until I discovered I can.." Ethan made another abrupt stop, as his sight scurried away. His heartbeats fastened for a split second or so. He got too involved in the conversation, so involved that he almost gave away his status as a Disconnector. While the blue-eyed boy was certain that Steph wasn't one to judge, Disconnectors were perceived as mentally insane by the society ever since their appearance, in spite of the fact that top neuropsychologists around the world have confirmed the occurrence is not a mental disorder or in anyway related to one. It was expected someone would eventually set up an awareness tour, or a pro-Disconnecting movement, but Disconnectors haven't gone through enough loathing to have that privilege, so they're left fending off for themselves. What better way to do that than to remain closeted, unable to unfold your talent and creativity, right?

"Uh, time to go", an awkward Ethan stammered as he lifted himself up, the noisy school jocks waltzing and bumping past him. He had a tendency to stay in the corner of the bus until it was all clear, in order to avoid the daily abuse by the cool kids, but since Steph had occupied the best spot he had to get up and make way for her. That's the least he could do after the decent treatment he got.