[ he watches her from the couch, as she glances around, as she makes a beeline for the bat. he finds himself smiling a bit as she picks it up and tests the weight of it, answering his question. he can see something go through her mind, a few somethings knowing nancy wheeler, but he couldn't even begin to guess what. ]

Max found that on our front porch. [ he supplies, after a second. ] With some other stuff that was left out there. There was a can of hairspray, believe it or not. [ he laughs, softly, before leaning back into the cushions - comfortable, in a strange way.

he glances back over to her at the question, suddenly not. quite sure where she's going. ]

Yeah, I remember the Snowball. [ no, she wouldn't remember him. he'd very specifically not gone inside, after watching her talking to jonathan, smiling, laughing, and knowing she deserved a night like that and driving off again.

that feeling tightens in his gut, before he reminds himself she came over herself, before he moves to resettle on the couch. ] Why?