Re: Side of the road: Sparrow & Jude
Jude's eyes glanced upward, in the shimmer-catch of the mirror overhead and looked at her, the slice of her reflection caught in it. Jude had thought her lost, to begin with. Lost and perhaps a little mad, walking the side of the road. Mad didn't bother Jude, and lost was simply the moments before found and after having not been lost at all but he was rapidly revising his opinion. Not obliterating it, but adding the texture of her question and the nuance of the husky question.
She was used to people. To playing them. Whether she meant to or she was just good at it, Jude recognized the makings of a good con in that tempting space to unfurl stories in. Jude wondered instead as his gaze flicked to the road ahead, whether she had family she disliked at the home she'd left.
"I like him." Jude's voice made it apparent that this was both simple, and full truth. "He can be a brat," his smile rueful but his tone was fond, "But so can most people. Oliver doesn't pretend he isn't."
Since she had left home. Jude weighed this up thoughtfully. The carnival he had noticed the moment he'd made town. Why wouldn't he? It was unpredictable, on the edge of a town that was meant to be very and Jude was very wary of unpredictable, thank you ma'am. He didn't dislike it. It was simply unknown, and you lay the best plans when all that you can see within reach of it going wrong, is known.