so often, it’s hard for him to say things out loud, so he writes them down instead. occasionally he will show specific entries in his journal to steve or sam to help them understand, but most of it he keeps to himself.
at first, he writes observations of the world around him. the kinds of things he would notice as an operative – maybe an interesting or suspicious person he saw out the window, or describing the building across from steve’s, or mapping emergency exits. he tries to be as descriptive as possible.
eventually, the entries get more personal, shifting from clinical descriptions to descriptions of the world through his eyes. he writes about things he likes and things he doesn’t like, or things he’d like to try, or what he thought about something that happened that day. sometimes the entries are very emotional and hard to write, and sometimes he writes about the joke sam told while they were making dinner.
he writes a few poems – just simple freeform ones – and he doesn’t show those to anyone.
the day he starts jotting down notes for a short story, planning a plot and dreaming up characters, he’s so proud of himself he can barely contain it.