"No, no, no, nothing of note. It's just that it seems to me mocking them has become quite trendy around." Ethan groused awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Steph. It was funny how the tables flipped. Their meeting started with the girl being the shy one, and now that she finally got out of her cocoon, it's the noisy, most likely bipolar, kid who's deprived of words. Realizing that his behavior might feel overwhelming, he snuck a passing smirk at Stephanie before adding more to his response. "I, like you, think it's pretty cool too. You know, having the power to play God, even if for a short amount of time. Who wouldn't want that?", Ethan finished, ending his declaration with a rhetorical question. He then shifted his gaze at the door to where the duo was heading - the Art Class, renowned for being the quietest of all. Not all the students were reserved like Stephanie, but they were, at the very least, reasonable. To say that it's common for Art enthusiasts to be far more educated, is not an overstatement. It probably has something to do with their high levels of creativity

As soon as creativity sprung to Ethan's mind, he veered his sight towards Steph, gazing at her in awe. "I bet my lunch money you'd learn Disconnecting in a matter of months. I heard it's possible through mental training and meditation, but that only people with a creative bone can pull it off. I've seen your work, and I'll be damned if creative is not the right word for you. Have you ever thought of giving it a shot?", the boy pronounced excitedly. Since most of the Disconnectors are either closeted or well-known celebrities, he never had a partner to share his ideas with. If, however, Steph was to become one, now that they've finally developed a stable friendship, they could each share their thoughts to each other without the need of words. Of course, he wasn't planning on pushing her to do something against her will. If anything, it was just a mild suggestion.