[ It is hard not to wonder if he hasn't jumped from the pan to the fire. What is happening back in his world feels like a pale shade to what he is learning about this one, but he can't help wondering if this would be where The Problem might lead them. Were it to go unchecked.
He doesn't try to continue the conversation at this point, lost instead to a combination of his own thoughts and steady watchfulness. Though he can do flippant dickhead with the best of them, this man he steps along aside has made it clear he has no tolerance for such foolery and even Lockwood can read the room.
At least so long as he doesn't have a reason to keep stepping on toes.
His tactical mind wars with his arrogance, because it would be easy for him to toss around words such as then let's go find him! and other calls to arms. But he's learned to temper his brash confidence with a certain level of practicality. He doesn't know nearly enough about what is happening here to be making proclamations. Hell. He's just trying to survive the night in one piece.
A gust of wind, carrying the stench of rotten flesh, draws him from his thoughts and the youth pauses. Apologies to the reserved older man, but lean fingers alights briefly against his shoulder. ]
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He doesn't try to continue the conversation at this point, lost instead to a combination of his own thoughts and steady watchfulness. Though he can do flippant dickhead with the best of them, this man he steps along aside has made it clear he has no tolerance for such foolery and even Lockwood can read the room.
At least so long as he doesn't have a reason to keep stepping on toes.
His tactical mind wars with his arrogance, because it would be easy for him to toss around words such as then let's go find him! and other calls to arms. But he's learned to temper his brash confidence with a certain level of practicality. He doesn't know nearly enough about what is happening here to be making proclamations. Hell. He's just trying to survive the night in one piece.
A gust of wind, carrying the stench of rotten flesh, draws him from his thoughts and the youth pauses. Apologies to the reserved older man, but lean fingers alights briefly against his shoulder. ]
Company.