[b] Ken Winwroc // Town (Berwick) [/b]

[i] Its hot. Sticky. Forgot something. Tired. [/i]

The words practically floated around Ken's head at this point, in a small circular motion, taunting him as he leaned back into the train seat with a soft groan. It was hot outside, and even inside the air-conditioned train. It was a very short ride over and he was slightly irritated that Cyrus had slipped away and left without Nolan and himself. But at the same time he couldn't blame him, either. As usual, anytime Ken managed to slip into town without a goal set in mind, he ended up talking with everyone. The shop owners, managers, fellow shoppers, their children, even the rare few dogs that were around. And once he got talking with people, it was hard to get him to stop. If Nolan had not lightly nudged him along, he likely could have spent the rest of the afternoon chattering away with the local icecream store owner. 

"Nolan, when we arrive, please tell me." Ken murmurs in a soft, rather sultry voice. Slowly he lifts a hand to lightly rub at the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he visibly relaxes, at least for the moment. He never truly seemed to relax, at least not in front of friends or anyone else. But it was alright with Nolan. He could let his guard down and retreat into his head for a few precious moments of internal peace, he did not have to be himself for a short while. When relaxing and letting his guard down, even in the slightest, Ken was fairly defenseless. He hardly heard anything, barely felt the bounce of the train, nor the rather welcomed chill of the high-powered AC that kept the insides of the metal construction decently cool compared to the blazing heat outside.

He wasn't fully sure if he was ready to return to the school, but he knew Jonathan was waiting for them, now along with Cyrus. Already his mind was whirling with the apology he was going to have to give them both, especially Cyrus. His previous minor irritation was already gone and now he merely felt like he had wasted the young Knight's time, and as he had been raised... time was important and should not be wasted. From there though, Ken's thoughts sort of drifted off to the events of the day.