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                                 “Yeah.. looking for a friend. We’ve been separated for like.. I dunno,
                                  over ten years now.” Even then, he wondered if the girl would
                                  recognize let alone even remember him. Not that Steve could
                                  blame anyone for forgetting some stupid reckless kid to begin with.       

                           ‘— offer you a ride.’
                Green eyes flash a glint of excitement.

        “Sounds fan-fucking-tastic, you don’t know understand how hard it is to catch a bus around here.” Or a taxi, or even exchange a friendly smile with the natives of this town. “They say the south’s supposed to be hospitable — my ass.” Steve practically jumps at the chance, maybe he had even been hoping that the stranger might be able to help him. But asking for aid had never really been the boy’s way, even before he escaped that hellhole of an island. If escaping meant being carted off by a research team that is.

         The door shuts and he’s already grabbing the wholesomely packed duffel bag to turn, facing Leon. “Ready when you are.” It might be a mistake, he might be just getting himself into more shit — or Leon might get dragged into trouble. Selfish; he’d always been a selfish kid. A risk worth taking, anything to find Claire. “Your ass was pretty heavy by the way.”

           ’—Wow. Ten years? That’s a fairly long stretch of time.’ Leon comments, brow furrowing a bit. The kid must have been pretty determined to find this friend of his, even after a decade of being apart.

              There was an noticeable flicker in those green eyes of the others. Oh yeah, Leon could already tell the other had just taken up his offer for a ride. Besides, he didn’t mind. He could pay a favor back, even if it might have not been all that much. But there was just that side of him that was always egging him to help others. And he did willingly. Almost too willingly. One day— it just might end him up in a extremely tight situation. If that day did come there would be no one to blame but himself. A nod of understanding is a silence reply to the others words. There were some southerns true to their hospitality, and others well, not so much.

    ’Just gotta come across the right people, I suppose. That’s all I got to say.’ He mused, blue hues watching the younger man quickly pile all his belongings together. Which isn’t much, Leon notes, considering it all fit in a single duffel bag. Once more hes nodding, heading for the door of the crummy hotel room they were in. ’I’m gonna have too be told which the bar is- it’s where I parked.’ Brief pause. ’Well I’m a grown man, not a two ounce bunny.’