He's feeling more paranoid than he was before, the people around him are making him feel uncomfortable, regretting ever going out for too long. He holds himself, glancing around. He didn't expect anyone to follow him from behind, or jump right out at him.

"AAHH!" He jumps up, scratching his head. "Jer-Jersey, it's just you! You scared me half to death." He inhales and exhales quickly.

"I've been alright, living the boring life again since I live alone, what about you?" He cocked a brow, "You look exhausted, were you running around all day?" He looked at the taller blond from head to toe, taking mental notes. "Or I just take it that you're a bad runner..."

He thinks to himself, 'He probably is.'