What are you doing is on the tip of Kell's lips. He desperately wants to ask because he just cannot understand what it is that brings Holland here now, that has him sitting on the cot, within reach.

"Maybe, maybe it wasn't meant to be like that," Kell says and his voice is still low. Boats have ears everywhere he supposes. "I didn't understand why you did, though. There was no one else..."

There's a hint of that lonely boy searching for belonging.