Strictly speaking, Yang considers his entire life to date to be an inexplicable string of happenstance that shouldn't have happened, but somehow did.

Yang, indeed, doesn't know the truth about Héctor. He hasn't thought to snoop around personnel files -- and it feels... well... intrusive. He taps a hand against his side, idly, before his expression lightens up.

"Ah! You should sign up for one of my courses," he says. "I teach a few different levels, so there's probably one you'd be ready for. What are you studying?" Music, he supposes. He takes the goggles, and tugs them on.

"I have faith! And if not, he'll be with my dad again, I suppose. He'll have to keep a few secrets if so, though." Yang laughs, a little, at that.