Sailor had never met a girl so unhappy to see him. Not that he was much better. While he was not blushing or stuttering, as no man ever should, he was not exactly his normal sociable self. He shook his head at her offer for a drink, as his stomach churned unpleasantly at the thought. However, he slipped into the seat across from her, rather than standing awkwardly around. Opening his mouth to speak, jokes crowded his mind but he managed to say something some what normal. "I'm Sailor." He winced at how lame he sounded, and started bouncing his leg in agitation.
His eyes darted around the room, taking in everything but her. He had stared at her photo long enough the night before. Trying to keep of some semblance of a conversation, he asked, "So, you also go to IU? What do you study?" He managed to look at her while he asked but then immediately occupied himself staring at his hands.
If there was anything messed up about the whole ordeal, it was sticking this poor girl with him. While his current prognosis was fifty to sixty years if he continued tolerating the medicine, he knew that it could change. His plan for meeting her was to somehow bring it up, although he hated talking about it, and she would likely cry off the whole thing. Hell, she looked ready to cry right now so it should not be to terribly hard. No one wanted to deal with cancer stricken people, in his experience. He was either treated with a sort of pitiful concern or a polite aloofness. The worst were the ones who seemed to think if was contagious. Leprosy had been cured long ago, but even today he knew how they would have felt.