Brady, now in the real world, could hear all the conversation around him. By the way most of them talked, they seemed to be freshman. He was glad the school was getting more students, which possibly meant more people to hang out with, make friends with, and talk to. Brady still stood, quietly, though. He didn't need conversation to pass the time, and it seemed most people had already found their own way to pass time. Brady was content to stand til the bus came, without a care in the world. Brady stuck his hands, which were previously at his side, in his pockets, as he kept his gaze forward, a smile forever on his face. It might of look goofy, but Brady was content, and usually kept a small smile on his face.