He's slouching, and his voice is soft. Self-conscious, somehow. I know the tone.

"That sounds interesting. What kind of classes go along with such a profession?"

The path we are traveling is very nice. Almost picturesque. No, definitely picturesque.

Were my father here, I'm sure he'd have something to say about how beauty is fleeting and dangerous and Horrors thirst for positivity and light, they hunger for everything they can't create for themselves. That kind of stuff.

But this just feels nice.

I think I am potentially making a friend.