Things were going well, most of the other students either went past the compartment without even looking, and the few that stopped to poke their heads in soon went elsewhere when confronted with his glare. It was looking like he might get to have the ride to himself, to give him more time to adjust to this whole situation. But then a head came around the door, belonging to a kid who looked about his age. The boy was taller than him, but most seemed that way, his shortness was not something they fixed when they changed his body, but maybe puberty would...<br/><br/>Maynard stared the boy down for a few moments, half out of habit, and half wanting him to leave. But what he got in return was a shy smile and a wave. A moment of confusion flickered across his face, not quite sure what to do with him. The shyness disarmed him somewhat, and most of the edge left his glare. It was still there, of course, it was practically a default setting, but a lot less severe. He sighed deeply, already resigning himself to his lost solitude.<br/><br/>Of course, that didn't mean he was going to be social. He barely even knew how, and he was far too stressed out by all of this change - even if it was good change - to try. He turned his head away, aiming his glare out the window instead. It really wasn't as if he had anything against the boy, he simply didn't know how to deal with all of this. Internally, he couldn't help but wonder if this boy was like him, or if he'd been born to all of this. He looked nervous as well, but that could just be the anxiety of leaving home. He was almost tempted to ask, but the silence was even harder to break now that he'd already turned away.