Silverlight Terrace a lovely night for stargazing and poorly behaving

The question was simple enough, which usually meant the answer was equally simple- but that was not the case. Atticus knew he had a short-lived traveling companion for a while, but he abruptly abandoned him without much notice. That had been one or two months ago and he knew he was wandering alone before his partner had come along...but what was he doing? The past few months, in retrospect, he had been aimlessly walking miles and miles like a lost child that didn't know they were lost. 

"Not much, really. For the past couple of months, I've really just been doing the same thing; traveling." He shrugged with the end of his sentence, he found the best way to handle his loss of memory was to not care about it too much. For now, he had been doing somewhat below mediocre, but he was still okay.