Goodnight became his more talkative self as the day went on. He talked about books he read, recited poems he could remember, and just generally filled the silence before succumbing to it again. And when he was quiet, he seemed... alright. He didn't attempt to prod Billy into conversation if there was a lull; maybe he'd just accepted his traveling companion's silence.
They passed other riders at some point in the day - not close, and Goodnight was fine with keeping his distance. But it was a good sign, like seagulls.
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Date: 2016-11-17 12:01 am (UTC)They passed other riders at some point in the day - not close, and Goodnight was fine with keeping his distance. But it was a good sign, like seagulls.
"We might actually get beds tonight."