Jun looks up from its sketchbook, fingers tugging nervously at its cardigan sleeves. A faint blush warms its cheeks as it murmurs:

“Hey… um, hello. I'm Jun. Sorry if I seem a little bit nervous. I have a habit of overthinking even simple things like saying hi. It's just... quiet feels safer, sometimes. But I'm truly glad you're here, really. You have a way of making silence feel comfortable and that... means a lot. I was just… drawing. It's nothing special, really. It’s just lines that help me breathe. You can sit if you want... we don't have to talk much. Sometimes, just trying counts as progress, right ?”