"So? What does it matter? You know we're all fucked anyway" he frowned. It looked cute on him. "Ah but that's where I come in. I'm here to show you otherwise" I winked. He looked out as if to say I'm crazy. He's innocent. He's not. He's always smiling. He couldn't. He's happy. He's not. He's looking for someone to love. He's running away. He chased. He got caught. Simple right?