[He starts to nod, starts to move closer, but remembers that they're in a house full of people with super senses of various kinds - some of who are very nosy. This doesn't seem like a safe space to have this conversation.]
( He's new to all of this, even if he's ready to immerse himself, so he'll need to be reminded about all the super hearing. But, a walk still sounds like progress, like he didn't bone one of the good things in his life.
Having no need for it, he sets his half drank beer on the table, before getting to his feet. )
Sure. I should stretch my legs. Ate my weight in ham.
[Ben nods, and they head back outside the door he came in, out onto the quiet stretch of the Lockwood property. He'll let them get a good ways off the patio and still isn't feeling ready to jump right in yet so he'll stall.]
( He's letting Ben steer the conversation. It's the least he could do since he feels like he drove a freight train through their friendship. Maybe he's exaggerating in his mind. But, the more he's had the minutes to think about it, something is changed. )
Rough, at first. But, on my part. And then, good. He gave sound advice. Even got me in touch with... two of his friends who are near Battlecreek. Two sheriffs. I was also added to something called the Law Enforcement chat, but nothing's happened in it, yet. ( A shrug. ) Making contacts. ( He turns his head to face Ben. ) You're uncle's good people. Intense, but for a good reason.
( Are you worried about him? Of course he is. He goes from glancing at him to looking back down as they walk. And, in the spirit of continuing to riff and not talking about the elephant in the room, he remembers something Jo said. )
A friend of your dad's, one of the people that came back, she showed me this tattoo. It's the same one you have. And she recommended I get it, too. Apparently, there's a purpose behind it. Think that slipped behind the mind-meddling?
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Actually, want to take a walk?
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Having no need for it, he sets his half drank beer on the table, before getting to his feet. )
Sure. I should stretch my legs. Ate my weight in ham.
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Saw you talking to Sam. How'd that go?
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Rough, at first. But, on my part. And then, good. He gave sound advice. Even got me in touch with... two of his friends who are near Battlecreek. Two sheriffs. I was also added to something called the Law Enforcement chat, but nothing's happened in it, yet. ( A shrug. ) Making contacts. ( He turns his head to face Ben. ) You're uncle's good people. Intense, but for a good reason.
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Good. He'll keep you out of trouble. Just ... actually use those contacts, okay?
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( Are you worried about him? Of course he is. He goes from glancing at him to looking back down as they walk. And, in the spirit of continuing to riff and not talking about the elephant in the room, he remembers something Jo said. )
A friend of your dad's, one of the people that came back, she showed me this tattoo. It's the same one you have. And she recommended I get it, too. Apparently, there's a purpose behind it. Think that slipped behind the mind-meddling?
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[Yeah, probably. Somewhere in is subconscious was the design and he then put it onto himself.]
Glad I did though. Just in case something else from their insanity decided to swing my way.