Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
Someone missing. If someone had died, Nicky hadn't felt it. Hadn't been feeling for it. Was going to have to be careful about that, a little more watchful, observant. Ear to the ground or at least, ears uncovered. How did you lose someone on a train. It was like losing someone in a building. If it was big enough, okay, for a while. Of course, there was the obvious way. "We shouldn't concern ourselves." Obvious to him, anyway, whether he was right or wrong being another matter entirely. "I don't see how stopping the train is going to help find anyone. If someone's missing and they're not on the train? They're probably just stains on the tracks some miles back now." Again, the flatness to his voice, almost no inflection. Emoting wasn't high on his list of priorities for most situations. He just shook his head. The stupidity of it all. There was nowhere to go that wasn't on the train. If someone was missing, and didn't want to be found, the perfect time to leave the train was when it was stopped.
It wasn't like Nicky wanted to go see his father. But he'd been...summoned, and his father could be touchy about that sort of thing. Punctuality. Which was hilarious. Though, like he'd said, a pain in the ass, being late. "He'll just have to wait then," he said, getting a better look at the man. Familiarity didn't blossom in his mismatched eyes. He just looked: Weathered, a little devil-may-care, maybe. Friendly? Nicky wasn't sure. Swoonworthy? Maybe twenty years ago. He pulled the headphones from his neck, held them out in offer. "AFI. Don't know if they're your thing--" Impliying that no, probably they weren't "--but go ahead if you want." He wasn't unfriendly, exactly. He had friends, when he bothered to be around. He tried, sometimes. "You're a musician?" Also obvious, but if he was trying...