"It was a riot," he mutters to himself, just because... well, that adventure was a little more than he bargained for. About 45 years more.
The more interesting subject for him is that oddity he senses in her. Granted, he's distrustful by nature, but he thinks he's clever enough not to have the wool pulled over his eyes by a pretty face trying to mother him into submission. They may think that he's an easy one to manipulate, but he won't be fooled again.
Though. He can't be sure. Maybe she is telling the truth, and he's being paranoid. So far he can't decide. She could just be strange.
"How about we don't worry about each other, hm?" He fixes the blanket on his shoulders. Then he goes on, a little less hostile, a little more tired. "We made it this far. We must know how to look out for ourselves."
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"It was a riot," he mutters to himself, just because... well, that adventure was a little more than he bargained for. About 45 years more.
The more interesting subject for him is that oddity he senses in her. Granted, he's distrustful by nature, but he thinks he's clever enough not to have the wool pulled over his eyes by a pretty face trying to mother him into submission. They may think that he's an easy one to manipulate, but he won't be fooled again.
Though. He can't be sure. Maybe she is telling the truth, and he's being paranoid. So far he can't decide. She could just be strange.
"How about we don't worry about each other, hm?" He fixes the blanket on his shoulders. Then he goes on, a little less hostile, a little more tired. "We made it this far. We must know how to look out for ourselves."