[ Whatever it is they speak of - Sunday does his best to not listen as he politely tunes out the conversation. An ability honed almost as much as his one to deliberately listen in, but such a reunion isn't meant for his ears. It's the same grace Gallagher extended after he was reunited with Robin, and it feels only fitting to do the same if they've been separated by some circumstances out of their control.
The wheel is still a perplexing problem enough that it holds his attention. Surely what look like bolts can't be too difficult to remove... if he ignores the thin layer of rust around the hubcaps themselves. Right as he's about to crouch down to investigate further, which would consist of just looking at it even closer than he is right now and not much else, the sound of his name has him glancing up. And he does listen now, though no signs of ill will has Sunday focusing his gaze on a scratch on the side of his car as he thinks of Mr. Yang's suspicion upon finding him and March 7th's skeptical acceptance of him boarding the Express. A puzzle to him still, and a thought to consider even if it (probably) doesn't apply here, but it just might once they reach the city.
Adrian turning pulls his attention back to the present once more, though at what the other man says Sunday merely shakes his head. ]
I could hardly fault anyone for that. Arriving here has been a shock to us all from what it sounds we've each been through, even if we have yet to reach our destination.
[ And who knows what that will bring? Something else out of his control he tells himself to not dwell on when there's a more pressing problem and Fern is right they shouldn't linger. ]
As for the vehicle... I'm not sure, truthfully. We were just driving along and it abruptly seemed to deflate, and I don't think - [ as he pauses to look back down the road while using one wing to shade the sun from his eyes for better visibility - ] there was anything in the road or else Mr. Adrian would have had the same happen. The driving manual mentioned such things may happen from time to time and something about a spare tire.
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The wheel is still a perplexing problem enough that it holds his attention. Surely what look like bolts can't be too difficult to remove... if he ignores the thin layer of rust around the hubcaps themselves. Right as he's about to crouch down to investigate further, which would consist of just looking at it even closer than he is right now and not much else, the sound of his name has him glancing up. And he does listen now, though no signs of ill will has Sunday focusing his gaze on a scratch on the side of his car as he thinks of Mr. Yang's suspicion upon finding him and March 7th's skeptical acceptance of him boarding the Express. A puzzle to him still, and a thought to consider even if it (probably) doesn't apply here, but it just might once they reach the city.
Adrian turning pulls his attention back to the present once more, though at what the other man says Sunday merely shakes his head. ]
I could hardly fault anyone for that. Arriving here has been a shock to us all from what it sounds we've each been through, even if we have yet to reach our destination.
[ And who knows what that will bring? Something else out of his control he tells himself to not dwell on when there's a more pressing problem and Fern is right they shouldn't linger. ]
As for the vehicle... I'm not sure, truthfully. We were just driving along and it abruptly seemed to deflate, and I don't think - [ as he pauses to look back down the road while using one wing to shade the sun from his eyes for better visibility - ] there was anything in the road or else Mr. Adrian would have had the same happen. The driving manual mentioned such things may happen from time to time and something about a spare tire.