((I'm sorry Will has to ruin the moment. I'd stop him if I could.))
It pleases Will that the man seems to be settling, freed from whatever shadow pursues. Preya has not proven itself to be a place of chases and violence to his knowledge. Perhaps it is an illusion but he doubts that as he has met no one with complaints. It is not as if a frail undersized boy is any hazard to Cassian. At one time he was immensely dangerous, of course, but not since the exorcism six months and however many thousands of miles away. He does not want any part in hurting anyone ever again and tries to compact himself even smaller.
"In... Everdale, right? I haven't been there yet." Will says conversationally. As he speaks his pencil is moving in a time-conscious frenzy and his eyes are on his work. He wants to finish this portrait before losing the only subject with some small measure of meaning. "I'm riding the train anywhere it goes today. Maybe I'll get off too and find somewhere else to sit and draw. There's got to be some interesting things to see there."
Despite being pressed for time he pauses as a thought occurs, glancing up at the man across the aisle. The smile has softened away to a faint film like bright chalk in water. "You aren't from a place like Everdale originally, are you? That's why you were nervous." His expression is transparently curious. It is not a threatening visage despite the perpetually haunted depths of his eyes; it presents no danger. He does not understand the complexities of the adult world and means his words as an innocent, albeit intimate, observation.