Ocean's Breath Plateau i don't want you to remember me like that

the answer intrigues him, though it's more because of what the male has left unsaid than anything. before he can answer, though, the other's next words cut through his thoughts. the invitation draws a faint, amused smile to his lips, and he obliges. a few moments later, he finds himself level with the grey stranger, noting he looks a little less tired and unattractive from this angle. kind of sad, too, maybe, but val has never been the best at reading others. you wanna lead a pack, he says with the slightest hint of a question in his voice. what kinda pack? after a beat, he adds: nice place to set up. it's an awkward attempt at encouragement, but he means it. something about the dejected way the stranger holds himself makes him want to see him succeed, if only a little.