"Course I'm cranky!" he defended himself, sitting next to her. "I'm covered in goddamn bug bites, I gotta sing songs every night and all I've eaten for three days is fuckin' smores" he continued, kicking a rock away with his foot. Gemma was right though, Jenny had lovely hair. "Well it aint fun if we never actually did it. I aint no eligible bachelor either. I'm a loner," he corrected her with a small smile.
He listened to her speak and she had caught his curiosity. "What'cha found out? That the hippy fucked some girl and gave her warts?" He wouldn't put it past the little freak. "Or that someone thinks they might be fuckin' pregnant. Aint it a thankless job, listening to all these kids problems?" he smirked and concentrated on his cigarette. It really was weird to talk to Gemma in someone else's body.