[ Chris enjoyed running for the burn and pull of his muscles. It grounded him in a way and made him feel, which he always appreciated over the general numbness he tended to experience in most cases. Feeling reflected poorly in his family and emotions were to be kept under lock and key. Only a few certain things were acceptable to express and Chris knew well enough to keep himself as muted as possible. How, then, did Peter manage to engage him beyond simple pleasantries? Perhaps, the new day and school rattled his defences a little more than he believed originally. ]

Don't you have a smell or something you associate with basketball? Something that takes you right there? [ He couldn't help but to ask, looking over at Peter for a moment. ] Uh - leather - or something? [ Look at how much he knew about basketball. ]

[ Running basketball practice huh? The captain then, which made sense with the air Peter had about him. It didn't turn him off as much as it would have on someone else. ] Maybe I'll come to a practice.

[ What? Why did he even say such a thing? He never willingly offered to spend time with anyone. It made him more than a little odder than most his age but everything about his life made him different. Most people just didn't know about all the whys and hows. ]

France? [ A faint smile filled his face for a brief moment. ] I loved it and really miss the country. Everything felt like - it had so much life there. So much to do and see. I loved the outdoor cafes and would read there and drink tea. [ He shook his head slightly. ] Probably not the most exciting thing. My France experiences would probably bore you. [ While the others in the class gawked, no one approached them or moved too close. ] Where have you always wanted to go? I might have been there. We've been in the US most of the time but we've gone overseas a lot.