Morningside Cuesta Yeah you can start over you can run free

Intelligent as he might be, Hawthorn felt that he was severely lacking in the area of expressing his own emotions. He tended to suppress them, and to go through them slowly when he was alone, and lost in his thoughts. However, when he caught sight of Kieran straying away from the rest of them, he couldn't help but feel just the tiniest pang of worry and concern for his friend. He didn't know why he felt that way towards the younger whom, if he was being honest to himself, he barely knew.

Still, Hawthorn, after casting a glance towards the others to see if they noticed him - they rarely ever did, he was almost beginning to amuse himself with the idea that he was a ghost to them - and quickly slipped away to look for his friend. "Hey," he whispered to the younger boy as he sidled next to him. "You alright?" Blue eyes wide in concern, Haw gazed at Kieran, half biting his lip as he awaited an answer.