He found it relaxing up here, too. Quieter, too, though not nearly as nice as the shrine. He smiled at her, and after taking another sip from his soda, he would extend the can to her. "Would you like a swig?"<br/><br/>After asking that question, he continued to speak. "I'm wary of the nurse, too. Always going on and on about weird things. Oh well. I'm a weirdo myself." He chuckled as he spoke, though a bit of nervousness creeps into the  sound, slipping through his facade. His mind was still going a mile a minute, like it always does, focused not just on paying attention to her, but also to his generally surroundings, as well as trying to maintain the incoherent thought process he's had going all day. He was unwilling, or perhaps, unable to just drop the damned thoughts. Maybe that was why he was crazy. With how fast it's constantly going, it wouldn't be surprising if he was burning himself out. As the saying goes,  a fire that burns twice as bright burns out twice as fast...<br/><br/>He grew quiet after he spoke, just quietly tearing off small bites of the melon bread, and eating it.