Restless.

He got that way sometimes.

During the night, you had heard the door downstairs open, and when you left your room to look in his, he wasn't there. You had slipped shoes on and looked around, but he wasn't near. There were many places to dissappear; no neighbors for miles, just lush grass, beautiful trees, and the swiftly moving river that may very well have been your demise, had Andrew not found you once upon a time and brought you in. You had wandered a bit more; it was a beautiful night, if a bit cold. A full moon and millions of stars, deer feeding peacefully in the meadow- and you had eventually found him, sitting up in one of the tallest trees, lying on a bough. Of course, it wasn't hard for him to get up so high, him being, well, abnormally tall.

His hair was down, dark brown curls hanging to his shoulders.

"Do you ever feel trapped in your body?" He mused.

"I feel caked in my skin. Like being covered in mud. I want to get away from this Earth, just to spite it. I'd love to lose myself."