“My brothers are the same age. You as much as a handful as they are? Or is that just a boy thing?” Charlie asked, seeming completely unfazed about the difference in age and still keeping the conversation light and friendly.
“I-I think it varies? My brother is the same age as me and he’s not really one to get into trouble. He’s more of the worries about everyone else staying out of trouble sort,” she answered politely, not really the best at small talk.
“If you can ask it would help. But I’m up for exploring. Part of what I came here do to really. You know, see the rest of this country, maybe do some caving, wild swimming. I thought I read there were hot springs somewhere not too far, but I don’t know.” It was a ramble, but not a nervous one, focusing on slow pets and twists of hair.
“Yeah, I woul’n’ know ‘bou’ all o’ tha’. When I ain’ workin’, I’m high an’ no’ a hikin’ sor’ o’ guy. Bu’ ya alrea’y know tha’,” he teased, completely relaxed. It was easy for him to fall into familiar patterns, especially if they were comfortable ones.
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