Taking her silent invitation, Holden sat down next to Izzy. He shivered just a bit when the cold of the bench hit him, but didn't react beyond that. He breathed deeply, looking around at the autumn colors, perhaps trying to take in the scenery. Really, the difference in his presence and attitude from when Izzy first met him was immense. Like an almost totally different person.

"I'll have you know this a new outfit. I bought it to celebrate my recovery. Even though the root of the issue hasn't improved, the fact that I have the sanity to brood about it is a welcome change of pace." He shook his head, not wanting to continue further on the topic. "Either way, I'm pleased that you got to see my new clothes. I was sort of hoping I'd get to show you, oddly enough."

He exhaled slowly and longingly again, continuing to examine his surroundings. Almost as though he was looking for something. "Me?" He answered Izzy, "I had an errand to run, but I decided to take a detour in this area. I actually used to live around here, but I moved after my sophomore year. This place has really," Izzy mentally finished his sentence as "hasn't changed," but instead Holden continued, "Has changed completely. I barely recognize it." Looking at Izzy, he turned the question back on her, "And you? I recognize your bike over there."