Sun Mote Copse if heaven's grief brings hell's rain

He shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when someone suddenly disturbed his thoughts, wrapped up as he was in them. Twin gems, brilliant blue, fixed on the girl with a curious sparkle. Nathaniel was slightly wary after his last encounter with a stranger, considering how damn rude she had turned out to be, but it didn't much color his opinion of this newcomer.
Hello. Nat greeted her, tone friendly, having not noticed her jump just a moment ago. Don't suppose you're here to put me out of my misery? There was humor in his voice, and he smiled slightly as he said it. He didn't know, couldn't have known, that her thoughts almost mirrored his that moment. If he had, it might have drawn a chuckle from him.