As they walked, Florean kept his gaze directed downward at the pebbles at the ground, fascinated by the multitude of shapes, sizes and colors. He shuffled his feet along, hoping to also shuffle the pebbles, but they were unfortunately embedded into the path. He pulled himself away from his distraction with a, "Hrm?" and then acknowledging that he'd actually heard what Marlene said, Florean told her, "They're very nice. Clean. Very clean. And roomy! Plenty of rooms." He sagely nodded his head, then said a bit more subdued, "My father doesn't like the idea of moving out of his the place where he lived for most of his life, but he understands it's a good thing. Too many memories, he wants a fresh page to continue his life."
He held his hands clasped behind his back, and pursed his lips before continuing. "I know. That's why I came back here from America." Shouldn't live too far from his father? Florean already felt he'd done that. To him, that was a huge sacrifice as it was, leaving the best situation he ever had behind. Did he regret it? Maybe a little, but he'd made his choice and he was going to move forward with his decision. "I just haven't found my comfort zone yet. I've been away for so long that I feel like a stranger. Does that make sense?" He looked up at Marlene to gauge her reaction.