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[ does not seem at all ruffled by the half-tantrum, though he looks to be thinking about his answer for a moment. ]

Are you capable of being patient?

[ arms crossed over his chest, he just looks up at him within a huff. ]

Depends on where we're going.

[ opens his copy of the map & points to the restaurant that brianna had pointed out as the rendezvous point only moments after. ]

[ looks over at it and frowns. pulls back, flipping out his cellphone again, the other hand going into his pocket. ]

Yeah, okay, if you want.

[ nods & looks about ready to start walking before something in him hits pause on his motor muscles, making him glance back at nathan instead, to confirm. ]

Nothing else catches your interest?

Uhh, not really.

[ doesn't look up from his cellphone, punching in a few things here and there. ]

[ nods again, disregarding the fact that nathan probably will not see it. folds up the map & begins to start walking, trusting that the noise of his movement would be enough to pull nathan along in his direction. slips back into his non-thoughts while glances around the passing rides & people almost lazily on the way. ]

[ & it does help, even if he sort of gets lost behind a few people on the way. quickly looks up from his cellphone when he rams into someone, rubbing his nose within a quick "HEY!" before giving a dirty look, even if it was kind of his fault to begin with.

trails in and out of the people, finally spotting albert's back again. sighs and moves a bit quicker to stand by his side this time, deciding that putting away his cellphone would be better for now. ]

[ feels a little jolted (& perhaps a tad disoriented) when his attention shifts again, back to nathan. lips thin into a line when a sharp feeling briefly rears its head, making him blink. but it doesn't last very long, dying back down to the baseline monotone without complaint.

but he doesn't fight the urge that the feeling leaves behind, doesn't fight it when his left arm seems to move on its own accord, hand reaching for nathan's wrist, fingers curling around it: a gentle touch to keep him close, light enough to be pulled out of without effort, firm enough to resist being bumped off by the crowd.

feeling oddly satisfied, his attention once again begins to wander. ]

[ is barely paying any attention at all (there's a slowly growing crowd, making him wonder if something wonderful or amazing is going to happen soon) so the touch makes him jump slightly, but not enough to automatically jerk away.

looks down at the hold albert has on his wrist, looking oddly perplexed. for some reason it doesn't shake him, doesn't make him want to pull away and yell at him for doing it. instead he lets out a sigh through his nose, turning his attention forward again towards their destination.

doesn't say anything, simply allowing them to be and nothing more, nothing less. ]

[ doesn't say anything either, instead pulling him along calmly, as if they do this all the time. steps closer when they meet a rush of the gathering crowd, grip momentarily tightening -- still not painful, just firmer in its presence -- to prevent losing nathan as they move past the onslaught. ]

[ doesn't even notice the firmer grip, too focused on the way people bump and brush up against him (them) more than once. suddenly looks frustrated, though his response to the growing population in their general vicinity is a bit comical: ]

STUPID CROWD! I know it's Disneyland but GEEZ, do they have to push so much? GOD.

[ & there might be the slightest twitch of a smile on his lips, lasting for a few seconds before the fog of his mind swallows it back up. gaze shifts down to nathan as he pulls him along, their positions shifted a tad so that he was standing in front, providing a bit of a barrier as they move past a wall of bodies that he barely registers.

does release a quiet breath, however, when they move into something of a clearing. his hand immediately loosens on nathan's wrist (but does not let go) as they continue onward. ]

We should arrive soon.

Really?

[ is automatically swayed from his previous anger, the voice of his stomach (it's expecting food soon) overriding anything else. doesn't even think twice of continuing their conversation. ]

How much more time do we have?

[ the small smile returns, this time sticking around for more than a blink of a moment despite his voice remaining rather blunted. ]

Close to three hours.

[ looks shocked & appalled at this revelation. ]

THREE?! Are you serious? That crowd made it seem like YEARS. Why are so many people here anyway? It's like, eighty bucks to get into Disneyland.

[ blinks lazily behind his sunglasses, tilting his head as a rather large number of what he suspected as part of the same family pass them by. looks back at nathan, having settled with a simple answer. ]

The price is worth paying, I suppose.

[ blinks up at him, almost like a little kid who just plain doesn't get it. ]

Why's that?

[ gait slows a bit as he ponders the question. shakes his head once soon afterward, tone entirely honest. ] I am unsure.

[ a short pause as he watches yet another family pass them by. next words are spoken with a curious undertone, clinically detached as his guesses are verbally addressed. ] For something that far outweighs the financial consequences. Memories, perhaps.

[ doesn't speak for a while, contemplating on his words. looks away and towards his feet, as if he's trying to process everything. there's only one word that comes out, though it sounds thoughtful rather than something that would brush the other off. ]

... huh.

[ is silent, leaving nathan be to his thoughts. doesn't get to do much thinking himself as he slows to a stop, drawn by the scent to his right. blinks at the source before being suddenly struck with yet another impulse, angling his feet in the direction of the churro stand. ]

[ while they walk he suddenly hears faint music in the background, quickly turning his head in that direction. notices some words between the tune, the man saying something about a parade finally beginning shortly. for some reason he's interested, coming to a brief stop. ]

Hey, I think a parade is starti-- AH, HEY-!

[ is tugged along before he's able to get any further than that, though he doesn't yell at albert, simply looking over his shoulder and craning his head to see what's going on. ]

[ also looks over his shoulder at the mention of the word parade, his interest momentarily caught until he finally decides that they will go back to as he finds that it rather imperative to return to his original objective. soon, they stand about two arm's length away from the stand, the noise of the parade growing behind them. looks down at nathan questioningly. ]

Would you like one?

Like what?

[ stands on his tip-toes, still attempting to get a look. his nose betrays his eye's interest, however; looks at albert and then at the stand. the food looks funny and he's never seen one before, so that's his cue to once again look up at the one beside him in confusion. ]

Uh. What are they?

[ a pause. then looks up to read off the sign: ]

Churros.