indefinite;

Now I just hope I don’t get arrested…or something.

Not sure if the male wanted to talk much more he walked over to the opposite side of the room and took a seat, analyzing the architecture of the room. He shifted his eyes from the ceiling to the walls, and once he got a bit bored with it all, took a lean forward and sent a determined look to the floor, ready to analyze the random marks in the wood flooring.

When the conversation ceases, Addison tries to get back into her novel, but she can't slip back into the pages like she did earlier. She doesn't complain though, because the ambience alone was making her tired. Maybe talking will keep her awake. She closes the book and leaves it on her lap, eyes trained on the fireplace for a bit before she looks over at the wandering male.

Gavyn couldn’t sleep, especially with the thoughts of his past haunting his every move, but not in the way one would think. It was hard for Gavyn to connect to his past when although he recalled most events in his past, he was missing things that made them feel important—almost getting a half assed sparknoted version of his own story. If he took a quiz about his life, he sure would get all the answers correct, but he most definitely wouldn’t understand them.

Gavyn’s fresh start was definitely not starting off the way he would have liked. Every conversation he had, he was at a loss of how to approach it all, especially because the guy he was trying to be, he had forgotten. Gavyn was still trying to grasp onto moments of his past; of course, it was hard not to in his situation. But he figured it was probably time to focus on the present him, rather than living up to something. He would definitely try to be courteous so others could like him, there would be no sense in avoiding people, even if at times, that is exactly what he would have liked to do. Gavyn turned to the male next to him with a grin as he commented about his early presence.

"Uh… Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep much," he nodded, sending a glance to the ground as his thumbs played with each other.

Gavyn had no reason why he chose the main cabin to sit and think, but reasons for things didn’t seem to come to him lately.

Silence took over the moment. Knowing the awkwardness was owed to him he looked over at the male’s book to spark up another topic.

"So how is it?" he said as he attempted to make eye contact with the blonde. "I’ve actually never read those."

Addison found peace and solace in books. The world she lived in could be unbearable at times, and in her many treasured novels, she could escape and forget the day's troubles and worries; get lost in the worn, yellowed pages of her favorite books. It was a calming rhythm for her, turning the pages in a routine fashion: page loosely pinched between her thumb and index finger, gliding her hand down the page as she finished it off, and flipping it with ease to grip the next.

In school, when Hayley wasn't there some days, Addison would find herself in the bathroom--Not the most prime spot for girls her age to spend their lunch, but her place of choice. Her feet would be brought up under her, and she'd put the seat of the toilet down so that she could be comfortable. Then she'd pull out her book and get to reading, easily getting lost within the fictional world within her hands.

When Hayley passed away, Addison retreated further into her novels, rereading Hayley's favourite, Prisoner of Askaban, at least once a month. She preferred to be alone when she read it, but the stranger's company was somewhat appreciated.