My Bloody Valentine

HH Manson

Henry giggled slightly as the other laid down where his knees should have and would have been if he didn't huddle up in Jackie's hoodie as he did. He was more then slightly intrigued by the other's childhood dream of traveling. The teen never really ever thought about traveling, seeing the world, or anything like that, but now that the other at his feet was offering the idea, it seemed like a fun idea.

"Not really,"

he admitted a tad bit sheepishly, not really wanting to tell Jackie that he had never considered it before but now was. Thinking back, he realised that he technically could have lied, but he didn't want to. Not to him.

"But it seems fun. Was there ever anywhere specific you wanted to see?"

The prostitute was curious about the other's thoughts and feelings and wanted to know as much as Jackie would allow him. It was fascinating. The idea that, if you wanted to, you could just leave and see the world at your own personal whim.
He let out a softish and gentle giggle as his mind drifted away from the conversation at hand and instead towards an idea that he knew, on some level, that he shouldn't be having. He thought of them, Jackie and himself, going on an adventure all around the world. He thought of seeing all the things he's heard of while living on the streets and from the few years spent in school. London, Paris, Canada, Europe, Asia, all the oceans as Jackie added, and everywhere else in the world. He smiled like a little child as he entertained his personal little made up story.
The teen didn't realise how lost in his own thoughts he had been until he realised that the other had been talking. He blinked, lost his smile for a moment, cocked his head slightly, and flushed a light shade of pink from embarrassment. He asked him a question, and then he stopped listening.

Good going Henry.

"Sorry,"

he offered up, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. He flashed quick smile to the other.

"What did you say?"