《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Leaving Leavenworth<br/>Present: Miles, Josh, Jeb<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Kennedy found the emerging banter with Josh to be amusing as well as a bit intriguing, but Jeb's commentary over the course of the short morning reminded him these were strangers no matter how much he found himself longing for friends. If he were honest with himself, which could be a rare occasion, he was feeling the pang of loss over knowing he'd lost his friends, Rachel in specific, whose words still cut him on the inside.<br/><br/>Still, he couldn't leave a question unanswered and as he whisked past Josh on the way out the door, he held up one finger. "One way, my new very camouflaged friend, one way."<br/><br/><i>Good gawd, did that just sound as flirty as I think it sounded???</i><br/><br/>While in his natural habitat of clubs and rallies, the tone would have been nothing short of absolutely normal, but here, at the end of the world, with men such as Josh and Jeb, it could be a glaring misstep that would undermine him as a man and survivor and leave him looking like fancy trollop from some new version of Queer Eye for the Fall of Humanity. A joke. Something weak.<br/><br/>Outside, he waited for a brief moment for the others to finish up.<br/><br/><i>Women are more complicated than that... </i>Jeb had said.<br/><br/><i>Oh, you aren't kidding...They're walking disasters, but men, so deceivingly simple, yet so utterly frustrating at times.</i><br/><br/>He was joined by Josh and Jeb and they were walked to the gate by Miles. In the light of day, he could now see the property and it was gorgeous. Only the unfinished fence and materials to complete the job broke what Kennedy thought was a perfect picture of wilderness lodge cozy. There was almost a subtle parental feel to Miles' interaction with the brothers that Kennedy felt a little warmed by and his newly restoked caution began to shirk away again. It was replaced by an urge to make the man proud. Totally unfounded. Totally strange. But, Kennedy didn't want to feel or be seen as useless, or worse, a burden with nothing to offer.<br/>At the gate, he turned to Miles after the exchange with the brothers and nodded along with their sentiments. "Back before you know it.<br/><br/>He had a lot of questions about Dryden, and he wanted to ask them all, wanted to pass the hours of walking coupled with talking, but it wasn't that kind of world anymore where you could expect safety and peace and he couldn't look like a dumbass dick who didn't know when to shut his mouth. No, he kept quiet and filed his questions away for later. He imagined some would be answered once they were there just by being there and he was confident in his ability to assess and understand people quickly accurately.