Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

Weetzie stood in silence and waited as the stranger checked himself out and said he was okay. He avoided eye contact but watched him carefully uncertain about what he would do. “That is good,” he said without feeling just before the thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Indeed,” he said in response to the wolf’s comment about the storm sounding bad. He gazed into the sky as well, looking in the same direction that the wolf was looking. That gave him something to focus on that didn’t make him uncomfortable. “I believe it will be a strong storm. I was seeking shelter when our paths crossed, more specifically, a safe place from which to observe the storm.” He wasn’t actually worried about shelter just yet, as the storm was still some distance away, but he would’ve preferred to find something sooner rather than later, before it he got to the point of worrying. What he really didn’t like was his sister’s tendency to ‘wing it’.