Lucas leaned back in his seat as well, observing Shift with a careful expression; eyes narrowed slightly. Of course it wasn't his business to pry, but he couldn't help but think. How often did Shift go out with friends...And did he have any? Other than his horses living as a merchant must get pretty lonely. The people you meet are not friends by any standards. So any interaction must be pretty formal.<br/>Which brought him to another question; how was he going to tell John he was leaving? John was the only real friend he had here. Even though he was pretty popular among the teenagers and young adults, John was the only one that he could actually talk to. How would he react?<br/>Lucas silently hoped John wouldn't cry, something he tended to do often when upset.<br/><br/>His gaze had sometime moved upwards, his posture mirroring Shifts. His lips had turned downwards slightly, thumb rubbing his palm through his glove out of habit. It felt like a few minutes, but in reality it was only seconds before his brain decided he was feeling to sad and needed to shut it out.<br/>"Yeah man it was great!"<br/>He pushed himself to feign some level of cheerfulness, pushing himself back up to grab more food. After all, food made everything better.