I don't think hurting is what I'm... thinking about. [Worrying about, if worrying is the right word for whatever caused him to shiver. Doesn't seem strong enough to call worrying, but it's... deep. A dry riverbed, but the banks are above his head. He instructs his thoughts to focus, to reference the framework he's been compiling about his normal personality. Why would this idea usually be discomforting to him?] When you... did that, before. Could they tell? When you were doing it?