He could relate to the idea of being avoided and having a talent for clearing a room, but didn't say as much. He'd had many a year to get used to the idea and it didn't bother him nearly as much as it once had. Wasn't ideal, mind you, but he knew that when it came down to it, it was his cognitive abilities they were avoiding, not Gray himself. He just happened to be attached to them.
Gray nodded along, though, as she described her time back home and how it compared to Stormvale. Though, to be fair, comparing Stormvale to anything was trying to shoehorn a bull into a vase. "Maybe time'll come when friends make themselves instead of having to go looking for them," he pointed out. He was hardly the guru of friendship making but he knew the old adage about a watched kettle. He shrugged, though. "Or it won't and you'll move on or just keep heading into Jacksonville, who knows? You're living in the capital city of weird here. I've been doing it for 46 years and I still don't know up from down some days."
He took a sip of his lemonade by way of attempting to combat the heat wave they were having. "I've got snacks too," he offered, "Always bring extra, just in case." Gray paused a moment, lemonade bottle half way back to his mouth. "That's less creepy than it sounds, I swear."