Trevor was silent again for a moment after hearing Izzy's explanation, but still seemed troubled by it. He carried a strange, perturbed expression as the two continued back down the road. It was a difficult expression to read, especially considering that he kept his face pointing forward, preventing Izzy from getting a good look at him without awkwardly walking around in front of him. Still, from what she could tell, it was something like concern, but not quite. Not really worry or condescension, either. Deep contemplation, if anything.

At last, he spoke up again, "What do you gain from it? Choosing to not have friends? It's really not a decision people ordinarily make."