<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, where am I supposed to go?"</span>Luke thought to himself, tugging a kart of his belongings behind himself as he wandered through the train's passenger cars. A birdcage sat atop the trolley, home to a small crow that curiously watched their surroundings.<span style="font-style: italic">"No, no, that's not the right one...This one? Ugh, okay, how about this one?"</span>He triple-checked the number on his ticket and that of the door in front of him, just to be sure he didn't accidentally walk into the wrong booth again. After he was quite sure he'd finally reached the right one, he stuffed his ticket into his pocket and slid the door open, intending to back into it to make room for his stuff and hopefully enjoy the ride in peace. About halfway in, he slipped a little and stumbled back with a surprised yelp, landing on the floor between the seats. On impact, his bird peered down at him and cawed.<br/><br/>"Ow..." Quiet grumbles escaped him as he pushed himself off the floor, sitting between the seats for a few moments to collect himself. Only after a few moments more did he notice Michael sitting there, and immediately, Luke felt immensely self-conscious about his little spill. "Oh, uh," He began, a knot twisting in his stomach before he could say anything else. The first person he'd properly meet on this train ride, and he'd already made a damned fool of himself in front of them. His lips pursed tightly, and he pulled himself up into the seats opposite the other boy, tugging his things in the rest of the way so he could close the door. At the angle he sat, he seemed to be hiding behind everything, looking down at his hands to try and make it seem like he was occupied. His bird once again squawked at him, desiring attention, so he stuck a finger into the cage and wiggled it around, prompting the bird to nibble on his fingertip.