[Okay, good, she has it. He opens his eyes, one at a time, and she's inspecting her mirror; he can understand the protectiveness over it, though he isn't sure if it's because she's embarrassed about it or it's precious to her. Maybe both.

At the question he nods, giving a small smile. He's definitely not embarrassed about what his shows; it's sappy and personal, but not in a bad way.]

Yeah. I've been, you know, hiding in my room. In the most secure of hiding places.

[Three guesses if it's under his mattress.

And he pauses a moment before deciding to ask--]

So um... Yours show something good, or more like... Awkward?