He had his ups and downs, but most that seemed to be maintained by his own self control. Days before the extinction of humanity were nothing but hours spent on his usual hobbies, errands needed to be done, and to avoid trouble in every direction possible — sometimes kicked to the ground if one mistake slipped from the tip of his fingers. It was never easy, and now? Walking through each and every road ahead and keeping vicious pairs of teeth away from his tainted skin weren’t his happiest moments at the slightest.
As a matter of fact, the separation from his group caused enough trouble upon him, residing in each and every safehouse to only be perturbed by their disappearances. Worry of their health, even if he believed they’re the strong kind of individuals to be capable of themselves.
The girl possessed not a threat that displayed aggressiveness, which eased his troubles a little. But, his guard was to never let be down by deception (if he were to assume) or in any case. Should this conman consider it luck? “—- Wouldn’t matter how long I’ve been alone, but.. let’s just say a couple days. Can’t keep fucking track.” Nothing but lies.
The silence that suddenly fell over them made her wonder if he disliked sharing personal information. That was more common for most, even she herself disliked displaying any of her past. That being said, it wasn’t like she asked him to reveal the memories of his childhood. She’d only asked his time spent in solitude. Sparks was more or less right, ambiguous with his answer. Probably lies, or maybe not. Sparks hadn’t learned much about psychology so she’d never be able to tell.
“That recent huh? Are you out on a run or…?”
Sparks didn’t know exactly how to word her next sentence so she just trailed off. Are you out on a run or did you previous group die off because of blank? That would probably be rude to say, and it’d be worse if she accused him of murder. So instead, she said nothing, reached for her bottle and drank a small sip.
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