"Yeah, I hear that's the thing to do among normal people," Bill said. There was no irony in his tone, he had been on the run since he was ten years old, and normal had become a thing of the past a long time ago.
They engaged in small talk as they ate, and he told her about his work in the grounds, but mostly listened to her talk about her students. "Is they any news of the Outsiders?" he asked after a while. He had to admit to being desperate for news of his parents, while at the same time aware that no news was good news, and meant that they were still safe.