Which, despite his bordering on meltdown out there, doesn't just fill him with dread. He's definitely curious.
The answer, annoyingly, makes a lot of sense and though he's feeling all kinds of like his pride has been flung to the floor and stamped on, he doesn't go out of his way this time to be antagonistic.
"Probably right."
Which is about as much as he'll admit before he's looking up the street in the direction he's intending to go. He doesn't offer his name - why would he want to be remembered for this? - but he does add, right before he's about to walk away:
no subject
Which, despite his bordering on meltdown out there, doesn't just fill him with dread. He's definitely curious.
The answer, annoyingly, makes a lot of sense and though he's feeling all kinds of like his pride has been flung to the floor and stamped on, he doesn't go out of his way this time to be antagonistic.
"Probably right."
Which is about as much as he'll admit before he's looking up the street in the direction he's intending to go. He doesn't offer his name - why would he want to be remembered for this? - but he does add, right before he's about to walk away:
"Thanks."