Fox's Glade in split infinity

He hears him before he sees him before he smells him. But it's the stranger's voice that really breaks him out of thought, and Taylor turns his head with a reptilian sluggishness.
You get used to it, he says, before catching himself. I mean, the smell. He hopes he is going to be more careful with his emotions this time. After Merrick, after Ico, he feels as if he's running out of secrets to keep. Planck wouldn't be happy, a small voice mutters in his head. He responds wordlessly, fuck Planck.
Pulling himself up, he looks at the stranger, really looks at him. He towers over him, Taylor notices, without much surprise. He also wonders if there's an overwhelming abundance of teenage boys in this place, because that's all the people he's been meeting. Not that he minds all that much. I'm fine, the bare daylight washes his face out and turns his blue eyes almost white. Just tired. Then, ...What's your name?