It was a firm shake, stronger than he imagined it would be. He dropped his hand after a few seconds and settled back into his seat. It seemed clear that the man didn’t intend to move, and the troubling situation would just have to be dealt with in a different way. He seemed agitated, anxious, and quite troublesome. Maybe the man just needed a little conversation because his spirits were bruised.
[#ff0066 “Pleasure to meet you, Spencer. I’m Pollen.”]
A sharp jerk startled him before sheer joy erupted. The train began to slowly take off down the tracks, sending a slight vibration through the cabin. Pollen could hardly contain himself as the realization began to set in. He was really doing this; he was really taking control. It was time for the funeral and the train was his personal hurse. Any doubts that ever found their way into his mind were instantly eradicated by the sudden movement.
He kept his gaze set on Spencer, growing a bit more curious. It was possible that Spencer would be the last person he would ever talk to. That would be a fantastic reality for him, but he figured he should at least try and peel some layers during the wait. It wasn’t like he had a destination, just silly rules he planned along the way. He would know when the time and place was right, and that was all that really [i mattered.] Some stranger on a train had no chance of interfering with that.
[i God, I hate myself.]
[#ff0066 “So, where are you headed then? Visiting family back home or something like that for the summer?” ]
Small talk wasn’t really his expertise though it was better than mentioning the weather. He didn’t even want to engage in conversation, but the man invaded his space.