[Despite everything that's happened--and everything he worries is happening--he has room to appreciate her amusement. It's easy to slip into banter, like slipping into a pair of socks; it's an anchoring comfort, and he feels steadier on his feet for it than when he first entered the shop.
But outside, he doesn't try to hide the fact he surveys the street, looking for... he doesn't know what yet. Something's up, though, something not even the class dunce of Class Zero can ignore. In the car he does the same, buckling up only to twist around like he expects to see the sheriff looming beyond the back window.]
I'm wondering that myself.
You ever go for a walk and get lost in the deep woods? Like really deep in...? [Spoken casually, anecdotally, like he's gearing up for a story.] And you think if you climb high enough you'll be able to get a good view and find your way home, but you just feel sick to your stomach like you can barely stand? Because you're so worried all the stores are going to close before you get home.
[The deep woods. A steep climb. The feelings of nausea and weakness as you go further. The crumbs are there, dropped in his rambling path. This'll be hard to explain if she hasn't been near the fence herself.]
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[Despite everything that's happened--and everything he worries is happening--he has room to appreciate her amusement. It's easy to slip into banter, like slipping into a pair of socks; it's an anchoring comfort, and he feels steadier on his feet for it than when he first entered the shop.
But outside, he doesn't try to hide the fact he surveys the street, looking for... he doesn't know what yet. Something's up, though, something not even the class dunce of Class Zero can ignore. In the car he does the same, buckling up only to twist around like he expects to see the sheriff looming beyond the back window.]
I'm wondering that myself.
You ever go for a walk and get lost in the deep woods? Like really deep in...? [Spoken casually, anecdotally, like he's gearing up for a story.] And you think if you climb high enough you'll be able to get a good view and find your way home, but you just feel sick to your stomach like you can barely stand? Because you're so worried all the stores are going to close before you get home.
[The deep woods. A steep climb. The feelings of nausea and weakness as you go further. The crumbs are there, dropped in his rambling path. This'll be hard to explain if she hasn't been near the fence herself.]