Trevor continued walking, either not noticing or not caring that Izzy had stopped behind him. He stretched out his arms, folding his hands behind his head. His shirt was a bit drier now, leaving it only a muddy mess instead of being as translucent as before. "A tree..." He mused aloud, seemingly somewhat oblivious, "Maybe not a tree, they're still alive, they live in groves. Maybe a rock. Or a bench." He must have had parks on the mind.

As Izzy caught up, his usual calmness seemed to dip into nonchalance. "Eh, I guess it really doesn't. You're just kind of interesting to talk to. I think I'll go to the library after I get changed. You've made me want to study." The road split off, going another direction into town, and Trevor stopped at the intersection. "I have to go this way. Before that, though, would you mind if I saw your phone for a second? I won't pry, I promise."