Hark was not often treated as a child. After everything that had happened, people tended to treat him like an adult, or something older. Someone who knew too much, seen too much, and needed the care of an old man, in some ways.
But, sometimes, the care of an old man and the care of a child equaled themselves. The care of someone who needed it… didn’t change much.
And that was why, after he smiled at the lights flickering on, he simply hummed an agreement at the question, taking in the name, but, for once, not caring too much just yet. She’d catch on, he knew that, but, for the moment, he’d enjoy it.
He looked up at her – taller than him, not surprising, just strange – and gave a smile.
“Beach resorts always get pretty quiet at night, save for the occasional midnight swimmer.”
“Mhm, though all the Pokemon in the bay discourage that kind of thing these days.”
Rebecca softly chuckled as she deftly moved a branch out of the way of her face as she walked.
“Not much further now. You’ll be able to spot the orchard first.”
As she walked, a tiny Wurmple came down from a tree on a thread, letting out a small squeaking noise, similar to a coo. Rebecca held up her free hand under it so it wouldn’t fall.
“Oh, hey there little one. Careful now, your threads are still thin.”
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