<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Personal%20Photos/Roleplaying/Professor1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gideon Miller<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cabin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Annabelle Miller, Karla Bishop, Vaughn Carter any others who wish<br/><br/>Gideon had to smile at Annabelle’s introductions and the dichotomy of his little lady, so shy but she still was better at being sociable then himself.  At least, at being pleasant compared to his more gruff self.  Nodding, he looked between the two adults and was almost relieved to hear some of his own concerns from their lips, feeling like his paranoia wasn’t unfounded.  It also made him feel a little more open because it meant they truly were others like himself who’s family were outside of what the normal, chaste people thought.<br/><br/>“Yes,” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice, looking over at Vaughn.  “I tried to look into them too and there was a surprising lack of information.  A part of me wanted to not come here but…”  He glanced over at the kids talking.  “I’m use to holding things in but the kids… I hate the idea that they could be made to feel ashamed out there.”  He waived a hand vaguely towards the way they had come in.  “The idea that they could find a place they could feel free and normal.  Well, it was hard to pass up.”<br/><br/>“Still,” he quickly added, looking back at Karla.  “I do hold myself in reserve as far as judgement goes.”  The smile stayed on his lips as he reached out and took Annabelle’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze.  Slowly, he moved his other hand up her back and around it to pull her more to his side but keep her in his protective embrace. “A drink does sound nice though, it’s been a long drive.”<br/>