[ Bravery isn't always a choice either, Scott thinks quietly as he watches her, feeling the shift in her body language. At least that's how it feels to him. Like being a hard worker isn't always a choice; a necessity born out of circumstance, and the inability to deal with the consequences of not stepping up to the challenge. Scott's more afraid of being haunted by guilt.
But those are his experiences, and he knows that what a person presents can be quite different from the reality. Chihiro seems considerably more put together than any other little girl that Scott might know, but he shouldn't presume. ]
Sure, I can do with a sandwich or something. [ And a hamburger, and pizza, and fries, and pasta, and everything because he's a teenage boy and he's perpetually running on either an appetite for food or sex, and his libido has shut down for the foreseeable future.
He follows along after her, casting one last glance toward the wall where he'd banged his forehead. There's a slight smudge there. ]
Would you mind telling me a little about this place?
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But those are his experiences, and he knows that what a person presents can be quite different from the reality. Chihiro seems considerably more put together than any other little girl that Scott might know, but he shouldn't presume. ]
Sure, I can do with a sandwich or something. [ And a hamburger, and pizza, and fries, and pasta, and everything because he's a teenage boy and he's perpetually running on either an appetite for food or sex, and his libido has shut down for the foreseeable future.
He follows along after her, casting one last glance toward the wall where he'd banged his forehead. There's a slight smudge there. ]
Would you mind telling me a little about this place?