People flowed by in a smooth blur punctuated by the odd outfit or body shape. It was incredibly relieving that no one glanced twice at Will. No one stared with fear or disgust and no one quickly turned away or pretended to be busy. He was not The Boy Who Came Back To Life nor Zombie Boy in Preya. It was lovely to be reduced to nobody. If anything people looked more at Azrael.
"Do you think they'll have that ice cream somewhere here? I haven't been out to eat yet so I don't know what kind of stuff places have. This is a pretty weird town." Will replied. He liked his routines, of course, but he was much too curious a person not to crave adventure in small doses. The mundane worldly variety were more than enough for him. New places, new faces, exotic flavors, unfamiliar stimuli... Though travel was restricted the rest had been on offer recently.
The boy's gaze shifted to the welcoming glow of the diner. Despite the distance, through the glossy windows several patrons were visibly poised over tables. He was magnetically attracted to the bright colors of the interior. "It looks nice in there. So yeah, let's go." A shallow dimple of worry appeared between his eyebrows then. "If you want to. I don't want you to do this just because of me." Despite his warm mittens Will shoved both hands into his coat pockets in habitual awkwardness.