He looked at her. "Sounds like it." He said simply. "Its okay. I could live without exciting." Something about the way he said it said he was refering to something that wouldn't actually qualify as exciting. To a machosist it would qualify as exciting. It was exciting in the fact it gave him a negative adreniline rush with panic for his life every time. He looked at her. "You any good at reading palms?" He asked curiously. He looked at her. "That actually sounds like fun. Where?" He asked. He looked around then back at her. "I feel ghosts. Sometimes I think I hear my grandmother's voice." He said with a grim smile. She always told him to wake up. To not go to sleep. He didn't feel like discussing why. Who would believe a popular guy like him cut. "You and I could hang out sometime if you want." He said with a soft smile. "Anyways..." he said. "...its nice to see a friendly new face." He was inviting her to be friends but not. He for some reason felt like he could trust her. This fact scared the hell out of him.