Isaac blinks, trying to figure out some of the words in the big rattling mess of words the other kid was saying. There were...well, a lot of them. "Uh," Isaac manages to get out, the single syllable even stammering slightly. "We usually only watch swimming," he says. "Dad coaches, so he wants my brother to swim." Isaac isn't sure he likes sports so much. Maybe lacrosse? But only because the kids who play it seem really cool.

"I don't know how to play," he admits quietly. "I don't want to be bad."