Andrew had calmed down over his little sullen temper tantrum. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Adults made him see reason. Yes he is far from home again but it's different.

This time maybe he won't have to be alone. The school seems okay. The streets are open and warm looking with their bright colors. He has to stop to unbutton his collar. The sun is intense to him.

The cafe catches his attention and he wanders in hungry and warm. He is staring at the menu up at the wall when he starts to shuffle uncomfortably. There's too many grown ups.

His gaze wanders and then he blinks. Angharad reminds him of someone. If it weren't for the scars and the baby he can sort of feel settled in her belly as well as see Andrew would wonder if maybe he had gone crazy. Crazy is always possible.

He just gives a shy smile and ducks his head. He is still hungry but feels unsure. Like a little kid. But he sort of is.