<em>"Just a juice, any type please".</em>John didn't drink, ever. He didn't talk about it, some memories could never be shared.<br/>Gwin's kindness did touch him, but the follow up comment confused him, he wasn't sure if he'd heard her properly or not.<br/><em>"She wasn't real Gwin, that's what I said.... Your not talking about my stuff are you."</em><br/>Sipping at the drink he didn't want to push her, it didn't seem right. But John was genuinely concerned for her. He met Gwin's gaze straight on, the determined look in his eyes clearly showing this was no joke.<br/><em>"Look, when we get off this train chances are we won't ever see each other again.. which is ashame because somehow I can act less a dork round you than most people. What I mean is talking to me is like talking to the wall, it's better than having a voice bounce round your own head, and it does put it out there...."</em><br/>Feeling he said too much he started to grab handfuls of the petals, opening the back pack  he attempted to force them back in, but there was almost no space, the entire volume filled with dark red roses.