J smiles and shakes his head. S is right, he's pretty sure. He doesn't even quite remember when he started. Even as a child, though, there were things he couldn't share with anyone. He only had his mother back then, and he didn't want to worry or burden her. Any delicately forged friendships from his very early years, before the other kids were thoroughly warned away from him, had long since vanished. The piano and his journal were the only confidants he could find before he met S. He hopes it's true then. The journal doesn't solve anything, but it helps sometimes, and if that's all it does, that's all that matters.

"I had no one else to talk to before you knew me," he points out, gently wry. "Ah, not much, you liar. A film camera's not much good if you can't make the photos... develop." He tilts his head to the side, considering that, then nods, fairly certain that's the correct word to use. "I don't even completely understand how that works. I never thought much about it. Chemicals in a dark room somewhere, right?" He huffs out a soft laugh. "Well, now I'll never have to think again about whether or not a picture is okay for other people to see before I take it."