"Pretty days are always great for the park," he agreed easily, taking a seat at one end of the couch that didn't look by the stuff near it to be claimed as her seat. He didn't want to take her normal location, knowing himself how prized those could be--there had always been grumbling on the bus when someone had taken someone else's beloved spot. He had complained enough times himself to be respectful of it unless he was tweaking someone.
"Just water if you don't mind," he said, rubbing his knee unconsciously, though the meds would kick in soon enough. "I'm practiced at window shopping. Colby's girlfriend Maria used to drag me along all the time." Which the ragmags had loved. Part of why she'd done it, he knew. His eyes tightened faintly with pain, but he refused to stop talking about people even though it hurt that he'd lost them.