Didn't want anyone poking about his head, nor did he want to poke about anyone else's. Especially someone he didn't know. And yet he was here, in a place that was not his own, among memories that belonged to someone else.
So when he found himself here, he crossed his arm, and ignored any desire to touch the things that immediately jumped out at him, trying to draw his attention.
Trying to focus on anything that wasn't awkward, he went to the window, watching the rain and dark clouds, "Does it often rain like this where you're from?"
It was as neutral of a question as he could think to ask.
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Didn't want anyone poking about his head, nor did he want to poke about anyone else's. Especially someone he didn't know. And yet he was here, in a place that was not his own, among memories that belonged to someone else.
So when he found himself here, he crossed his arm, and ignored any desire to touch the things that immediately jumped out at him, trying to draw his attention.
Trying to focus on anything that wasn't awkward, he went to the window, watching the rain and dark clouds, "Does it often rain like this where you're from?"
It was as neutral of a question as he could think to ask.