Taking a deep breath, he felt a case of the sarcastics coming on. He spoke slowly in an exaggerated tone, not really in the mood to deal with people today. â€œPhone not working,â€ he pointed to it before pointing to himself. â€œMe lost. You tell me which direction to go?â€<br/><br/>Probably not the best way to ask for directions, he just groaned a bit, dropping the act. â€œLook, man, I was just hitch hiking and the guy dropped me off on the side of the road. I decided to do a bit of hiking, and here I am. â€˜Nuff said, right?â€ He paused one more moment before finally just spelling it out for Morgan. â€œIâ€™m lost, alright? There, I said it.â€<br/><br/>It was a ding to his pride, sure, but he didnâ€™t feel like spending the night sleeping in a tree. Not that he hadnâ€™t before, mind you, but it was an occurrence he wasnâ€™t keen on repeating. As his sea green gaze cautiously watched Morgan, it was clear that the boy was both tired and a little stressed. Dark circles were held under his eyes, and where there should have been a gleam in his gaze, it seemed worn and dulled; it was the mark of someone who hadn't had much peaceful sleep in quite a long while.