Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

They stopped.
Or rather, Kinkaid stopped. Earp kept walking, and then realised it wasn't just a natural pause to sniff some scat.
Earp stopped, looking at the man, facing him too.

"Earp," he replied, speaking over him asking.
Ach, he'd fucked up then. He glanced away from him, cursing himself in his head.
He wasn't stopping. Passing by on a short hunt.
"Novhere," he replied. He wasn't expecting pity. The truth.
He stared at Kincaid. Just...kinda watching him.