[He nods tiredly.

Animal attack. He'd think it was insane, but he's got scratches on his neck and near his stomach that required some pretty nice stitches. He slowly lowers himself onto the bench, his legs wavering and threatening to tip him over. When he nearly does he puts his pathetically lacking hand on her arm.]

Sorry -- uh.

Do you... actually have a name, or is this a 'stranger danger' thing?

[He smiles thinly. Wince-smiling, really.]

Because you seem like you know me enough to not like me.