“Good to hear you being optimistic.” Zoticus would mutter lightly, flashing her a tiny smile in return. It seemed he wasn’t used to smiling, as his were often short-lived.
As she spoke of friends he rose a brow. “Aahhh, many boy friends but no boyfriend?” He begged curiously. She hadn’t mention anybody previously that he could recall. He would’ve thought she’d be going with someone with how pretty she was. Miranda always had boys chasing after her— He shook his head at the recollection of her. “Although I’m sorry to hear your friends are usually busy. I’m sure they’d benefit from your company.” She was a pleasant person, the more he talked with her.
“I don’t have many friends.” He muttered solemnly. “Any friends I’ve had previously aren’t really friends anymore, they’ve grown distant or moved. I’ve come to find that friendships tend to be temporary in my own life… So I’ve stopped trying to make friends.” His only real friends were those in his group, but even then most of them were older than him. He wasn’t sure he found many of them to be friends, either. Colleagues, perhaps. A soft sigh escaped him before he shook his head once more. “But enough about me, I’m not very interesting. What grade are you in in school? What do you plan on doing after school?” It appeared he was trying to draw attention away from himself. Compared to her easy life, his was nothing but tragedy, and he didn’t want to reveal too much and dampen the mood.