He leaned on his staff a tad shyly, she seemed nice. Always a good thing to be seen, it was happening quite frequently. Strange though that Jack had become rather shy whenever meeting someone new, even though the years of being invisible and remaining nothing but a myth he had craved attention so much. It was like a ridiculous twist.
{ All it would take is a little opening up… }
Jack caught her question among his own buzzing thoughts, what was he doing here? Well he was bringing winter wherever he went— technically frost and a sprinkle of snow as it had been. He cleared his throat self consciously.
“Just wandering around, y’know.”
"It's nice to meet you also, Jack."
For a moment she allowed her eyes to fall to his hoodie, eyeing the intricate designs that seemed to trail over the blue fabric. It was intriguing in its subtlety and she wondered if they were snowflakes or if they were just a mindless pattern, but she lifted her gaze once more when he spoke.
Really he probably don’t mean it literally when he said y’know but the reality was that she really did know the feeling of wandering. So she couldn’t quite help but nod understandingly, hands clasping together in front of her body as she leaned back on her heels for a moment, before rocking back onto the balls of her feet. To wander was rather—
”Wandering can be lonely.”
Stating what was fairly obvious, largely because wandering did incite thoughts of loneliness. To wander meant to not have a solid life in a certain place, though that didn’t mean that a person could not have people to return to, eventually.
