[The difference in their heights was only something Kit took note of, much like the way the smaller boy's strides seemed to fluctuate between matching his and occasionally quickening. For whatever reason, Vincent's was very much the gait of someone used to keeping himself one step ahead of the game. He didn't look like he was any kind of athlete despite a compact, and probably fairly sturdy build, so then...someone who had a history of evading the law? Or perhaps he was just someone who liked his personal space.
Of course, it didn't really matter. But it was interesting. And if by chance they were from similar backgrounds, he and this stranger, would that have factored in to why they'd both had those awful headaches? It was something to keep in mind, at least. A detail to revisit later if it wasn't debunked before then.
Maintaining the same perfectly unhurried but safely not dawdling pace, Kit thought about Vincent's question. Whether intentional or not, that deflection meant he still hadn't been able to ascertain if his current company had eaten any of the food served here earlier.]
I'm sure I have enough.
[He watched Vincent out of the corner of his vision, but when he'd thought to say more, something along the lines of warding off bad dreams brought about by not eating, an allusion to the visions to gauge his company's reaction, the words didn't even make it to his lips. He stalled, coming to a full stop in the hallway, feeling almost as if...he shouldn't say that. For whatever reason. As if something were there, hanging around the corner they'd just passed, warning him not to open his mouth and pry too far.
Was someone or something really there? Did he dare look?]
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Of course, it didn't really matter. But it was interesting. And if by chance they were from similar backgrounds, he and this stranger, would that have factored in to why they'd both had those awful headaches? It was something to keep in mind, at least. A detail to revisit later if it wasn't debunked before then.
Maintaining the same perfectly unhurried but safely not dawdling pace, Kit thought about Vincent's question. Whether intentional or not, that deflection meant he still hadn't been able to ascertain if his current company had eaten any of the food served here earlier.]
I'm sure I have enough.
[He watched Vincent out of the corner of his vision, but when he'd thought to say more, something along the lines of warding off bad dreams brought about by not eating, an allusion to the visions to gauge his company's reaction, the words didn't even make it to his lips. He stalled, coming to a full stop in the hallway, feeling almost as if...he shouldn't say that. For whatever reason. As if something were there, hanging around the corner they'd just passed, warning him not to open his mouth and pry too far.
Was someone or something really there? Did he dare look?]