As Yuma spoke, Shark listened, hands in his pockets and watching the other boy carefully. It seemed like Yuma had calmed down a lot since their first conversation a few weeks ago, and actually listened to what Shark had told him. That was good, he reasoned, that the last few weeks hadn't made him lose hope.

"Fine, I won't tell him. But if you can't keep your mouth shut, he'll find out anyway, won't he?"