[A quiet scoff- unbidden and entirely reluctant, the upwards curve of their smile becomes-- genuine. For a moment.]
They'll never tell him. They'll never even tell themself. They missed this.
Stand here watching illusions walk into inanimate objects, or converse with a talking skeleton. Golly gee, mister. That's too many options.

[Said even as they step away from the fence, lacing their fingers together behind their back.] Perhaps you should lead by example.