Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

He hadn't been expecting much, and he chalked it up to that when he found himself oddly lacking in his usual disappointment. He wondered when the last time he'd gotten to talk to a pretty girl was. It felt normal; he missed normalcy, although he wasn't sure he'd ever really known what that felt like. It was weird, missing something you weren't sure you'd ever really had.
Maybe that was why he wanted to keep talking to her. You never leave? He raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his skepticism. Still, the words didn't have his typical bite to them. His tone was almost playful, though not on purpose.