Stone Circle Say it to me

Weird. The dead were weird.

He was standing over them. He moved, whipping his head around over his shoulder, away from Gunnar, squinting his vision at the distance. "Yeah?" There was a sort of lostness to his look, as if he no longer knew where he stood, or if he was looking for a certain presence. No one, for now.

Then, he turned back while he spoke. "Well, there's certainly time before you're put in dirt." He tilted his head as a motion towards it, leveling his neck to his shoulders. Head hurt. Always hurt. He sniffed his nose, staring directly ahead at Gunnar with lazy eyelids. Bonnie felt awkwardness crawl along his back. With a small huff from his nose, like a dragon taking its rest, "Thanks."

He looked away once, nudging his nose towards his general direction again. "For going to get me out there." Closing his eyes, he thought of that night. Wasn't sure how he felt about it anymore, or if he himself truly understood everything that happened. Just that it did.