Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
"No," Hugh shook his head, remembering the Halloween after he'd first come. That had been strange, nothing he'd anticipated at all. And while this he also hadn't anticipated, it didn't have that same feeling of needing to be not spoken of to anyone. He'd been in Repose for over a year, after all, and the oddity was something he was beginning to at least be able to accept. "No, not my first."
"Obviously not your first," he added, lips turning up a little in a smile at the phrasing of it all. But he didn't seem bothered - at least by nothing that had just happened. Although the gaze outside the window, suggested that he didn't want to linger.
"I'm fine... Little sad I didn't learn that dance," he quipped lightly, glancing down at their hands, and using the opportunity to slide his out, gaze coming back up look more seriously at the man across from him. "I'm Hugh," he added. 'Not um, Oliver and I'm not sure about the transportation - I don't really remember how I got here."
He turned towards the end of the car so that they could exit the door, leave it and the two people they'd been behind. "I live out by the lake though, which is probably out of your way and I don't want to be a bother."