Dietre was too lost in thought to hear the approaching vehicle, even when it came to a crawl next to him he didn't appear to notice. It wasn't until he heard a human voice speaking to him that he was pulled back into the real world. He stopped, turning to see an unfamiliar car and an unfamiliar man. The scowl that had been on Dietre's face faded until the boy's expression was blank, it was like seeing something sink and disappear in deep water. There was dried blood on his upper lip, his nose had stopped bleeding, but he hadn't bothered to wipe the blood away.
He stared at the man, weighing his options. You don't have to talk to him. The stranger wasn't someone from the school, at least, as far as D could tell. And he didn't look like police. What had he asked? Something about freezing? Dietre blinked once, slowly, before deciding to answer.
"It doesn't matter." But now that it had been mentioned, he was cold. He hadn't noticed until it had been brought to his attention.
That blank face shifted, hinting at wariness. If he does anything, you can just kill him. Yes. He could, couldn't he? There was no need to be nervous at all. He took a step towards the car, sure the man hadn't stopped just to ask if he was cold.