He seemed to be thinking again, like normal, and didn't readily return the affection. "In my experience, all people are beautiful people anyways. But that was before I came here, and I only remeber what I saw before my eyes died on me anyways, so... Hmn."
Crowded inside of this poor excuse for a transportation vehicle was also a young man, of about middle twenty, among others. He was shoved up against the corner, cramped, with little to hold on to but a scarf that he had removed to escape the stifiling heat- his wardrobe was worn on himself, An undershirt, a sweater, a jacket, and overcoat, gloves, black jeans, boots. Mess, shaggy black hair covered his red face, thin due to malnutrition- gray eyes reflected his discomfort. He kept to his own self, eyes narrowed to the wooden, splintered wall. As if he had anyone to talk to, anyways.
"I luv daddy." He whispered.