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[ It's not the first time he's had this particular sharp object out in public, but it's not unsheathed, and he doesn't look like he intends to use it or anything.

He's just sitting there, staring off into space, and gently running his fingers over it. ]

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That, uh, looks sharp.

Huh? Oh, this -- well, it is. But I'm not... I don't use it, I just wanted to look at it.

Oh. You looked a little... distressed? Worried?

[ He offers a smile, hoping to show that that's not true, but it's sort of halfhearted. ] It's not that. Not really. I was just... thinking about someone.

That you don't want to talk about. Gotcha.

[ He blinks. ]

Well, I wouldn't say that, but... I'm not sure that anyone else knows him.

That might made it easier to talk about. A neutral third party, as you will.

[He flicks his fingers, and a card appears between them. Kimmi Wallace, it reads. Problem Solver.]

[ He takes it, and reads it a couple times before looking back up at the young man, curious and puzzled. ] Problem Solver?

I don't charge here, don't worry. Someone tried to pay me in dead crabs.

Ew.

[ That slipped out. He looks guilty immediately. ] Sorry. I just mean... is that exactly what it sounds like?

Oh, yes. Dead crabs. I never kid.

[this may be a lie, but he is clearly a serious young man.]

[ He smiles again, more genuine. ] I meant the problem solving part. Oh, and I'm Jaime, by the way. [ Hand offered~ ] Jaime Blackfell.

[He shakes it, as carefully as one would expect him to.]

Yes. In a way. I try.

Does that mean you're actually offering to solve my problems?

I can mostly listen here.

[It's an apology.]

Do you have problems needing to be solved?

[ A little laugh, as he ducks his head. ]

Not unless you can find a person, without any idea where to start.

[ He brushes at one eye quickly, under the guise of pushing his hair back as he looks up again. ] It's not really a problem, I guess. Just... something. I miss him... and I hope he's okay.

Sometimes the lost prefer not to be found. Although that's hardly the case most of the time.

Even knowing if that was the case would make me feel better. [ He tries to shrug as if it's no big deal, and folds his arms across his lap. ] I'm sorry. It's nice of you to ask, anyway.

My parents haven't talked to me in... [he pretends to check a watch he doesn't have.] Three years now. Told me why, exactly. Wish they hadn't.

Your own parents? That's horrible!

They were, actually. Horrible.

But that probably doesn't help, sorry.

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