Jack fell silent, slipping both his hands into his pockets now with his stuff under one arm as he walked along still.

Ray falls silent as well. They would understand if Jack didn't like them again. They were used to people hating them. What would be one more? Ray's hands formed into fists as they got angry at themself for being the way they were. They had to change.

"It's still a mile or two, we might need to rest in a grove along the way." was all jack said.

"I can keep walking." Ray mutters. He'd walked further before. He could walk at least half as far now.

Jack noticed only that they muttered, not hearing what they said. He fell silent as he kept walking.

Ray fiddled with their darts, twirling them between their fingers, as they walked since it was something to do to keep their mind off walking.

Jack walked besides them until the sun began to set. He looked up at the forming stars but said nothing still.

Ray walks closer to Jack, heading closer to him for warmth since the sun set and the night would get colder. They pause and then back away again.

Jack asks if something is the matter, offering open arms for warmth.

Ray shuffles back to Jack, sinking into his arms. They hum in an 'I don't know' way.