His brows lift at the mention of chess; a game he had often watched Brian Xavier play, it had interested him-- he had the mental capacity for it, if not the attention span. Good and bad memories laid in that, playing with Brian had been pleasant till it, too, began to feel like another test.

"Sometimes--" Truth be told he thought about it, watched others play, sometimes slipped into the mind of someone at the park and helped out; if the meant to or not. However, he rarely got to play like he wanted to.