"I've been..." he paused, unsure of what to say. He wanted to tell her everything, yet he knew it would give her trouble with a high chance of her getting hurt. He realized that he had been selfish to have come this far and should have blown her off for her own sake, but he was in her house now, drinking her coffee with her hand over his. He sighed and stared down into his coffee, still unsure of what to say.<br/><br/>She had a great life so far from what he could gather. Aspiring to teach children? Working hard for her goals? It was as normal as you could get, yet with him simply being here put her in danger. If he were alone, he could just pack up his camper and keep running, just as he always has since he left high school. But he was sick of running and was really losing space to run to.<br/><br/>"... not good." he finally finished after a long pause full of contemplation. He wanted to tell her everything, but even so, how much would she believe? He looked up at her worried face and considered explaining the best he could without too much of the weird stuff.<br/><br/>"I'm working on campus right now with the construction team on the new wing of the student center, but honestly, I just started there a couple of days ago. I've been living out of a big camper and traveling around the country. I make enough to live off of, and for gas, but I usually can't stay in one place for too long." Before he even realized, he had set his cup on the coffee table and was now peeking through the curtains down at the road below out of habit and paranoia. He let the curtain fall back once he realized and smiled nervously, expecting her to ask questions.