Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
If Nicky was eager for anything, it was the opportunity to break up the monotony of a long train ride. Certainly, he'd gotten that. Flying was quicker, but not the best idea if his father and uncle were on the outs (frequent, that). Nicky didn't much like leaving the ground anyway. Trains had a rhythm to their movement that he usually enjoyed. Now that the thing was stopped, he felt awkward on his feet, not compensating for rock and sway. "Don't trust adults to get it right, most of the time." He was an adult. 22. But in that awkward place where he was both the adult and didn't think of himself as such. "But, didn't have that info before. Going to have to revise my theories." Which were now down to "they were either on the train, or not on the train" and were both useless. Not, though, trying to solve anything, but both of those options sucked. Had they fallen so quickly back to Grand Mysteries? "And my theories suck."
He started in the indicated direction. Narrow train corridors were not the best place for any sort of conversation on the move. Unless you moved backward. Slap of silver on polished wood as hands and body made incidental contact with the walls, the doors lining the walls, following the man. "Nicholas. Nicky. Whichever. You? Right now I'm leaning toward Yeezy Guitar Guy." Which was kinder than "old guy."