Sit back down with him I guess.
He momentarily stops his bone collection, and you sit with him in the field at night. The sky is starry, the noise of celebration can be heard (That and what appears to be the groans of Jell.), clearly this is the perfect time to share a tale.
"Once did you know my father used to beat me, but every time he does so, I alway catch him in his room with mother, weeping at how bad a son I am." This intrigues you, so you say to him: "Go on". "My mother died when I was 8, and my dad was in too buried in grief to even scold me."
Shall you let him continue in his tale?