#oughhh sorry if this is kind of an awkward spot

[rpvlix]

Disbelief has his grip rather loose at first, but, as if to confirm this is all really happening, it firms up considerably. Starved enough for contact that he needs it to be real.

If he notices Sylvester's wariness, he does not comment on it. Perhaps this, too, is something he has familiarity with. Not like anything he could say would help, anyway.

"Right, left. No," he shakes his head. Damned English language. "Left. 'Right' as in 'okay', 'left' as in, 'my house is this way'." Doesn't matter how confusing it is, he takes a left. That's obvious enough that language is irrelevant.

The question get him thinking though, mapping out the streets in his head, optimizing the route as much as he can with his memory of the place. He may not get out much but he has lived there for a good number of years now, even with a memory as iffy as his he should have enough to go on.

"...Six blocks. Seven, if you count this one. Never knew there was a café here..." He peers back at it over his shoulder, only briefly, trying to sort it out in his brain. Was this previously a blank spot on his mental map, or was this a different building last time he saw it? He may need to look into that when he gets home. Oh yes, home.

"About ten minutes." Could be faster, maybe, but Kenny isn't the quickest, as one might imagine. His height helps there at least, his stride length adds back some of the speed he loses from the joint pain. Being freakishly tall will do that, both the speed and the joint pain.

"...Unless your question was more philosophical." He hadn't considered that until now, apparently he's too excited to solve logic puzzles in his head that he didn't think to consider the alternatives. "I'd like to think we're headed in the right direction. On an individual level, I mean, you and me. As a society...?" His face finishes the sentence for him. He doesn't look hopeful.

A date with the Macabre Parasite (open starter)