Wren didn't know what Rodeo Drive was but she seemed to be pleased about the fact and that was good enough for Wren. He grinned back at her, sunny and unrestrained and strange looking with the clear tear tracks cleaning his face in lines through all the grime. His smile fell when she reminded him that he'd been crying though and he shrank back into himself, his thumb going to his mouth.
Wren might have been five years the girl's senior but his mind wasn't. He nodded that he was new and then hastened to correct her. "Oh, no, it, it's a lovely place-" he said, completely honest about the macabre, cold graveyard they were sitting in. "Just, I just, I just-" he hiccupped again sucked on his thumb to soothe himself, speaking around it. "I miss Wolf."