[The other man reaches out and around, restraining Neil in the way that reminds the younger man of warm and unpleasantly soft things. He thinks to resist but only settles for nervously holding out his arms to his sides.
His eyes rest on the other's smile as he mumbles.]
Figuring out where I'm going.
[Because that would answer if he would once again fall to the role of the Lone Wanderer.]
no subject
His eyes rest on the other's smile as he mumbles.]
Figuring out where I'm going.
[Because that would answer if he would once again fall to the role of the Lone Wanderer.]