My sister had a similar taste in books. [It was meant to be reassuring, but he imagined he didn't know how to sound in such a fashion.] It is not foreign territory to me.

[He was content enough to stay in some form of silence. At least initially. Most of his thoughts were on how he was presenting himself and what, exactly, he was doing. That had quickly been followed up on why it was important to him. Why he was even trying. What he was hoping to accomplish.

Questions he didn't answers to.

In the city, when she neared him, he took note of it, but didn't say anything to begin with. At least until he could feel his own kind of anxiety come up from it. Personal space and what not. As he gave an investigative look around, he settled his gaze back onto her.]

Nothing is going to happen. You will be fine. [But hesitantly he lifted his arm, just in case she felt she needed him to protect her.]