He notices the person staring at him and instantly his stomach flips wondering if they recognize him. It's been a year since he ran away and the dirty blonde roots of his hair are beginning to show and he's no longer wearing his brown colored contacts. He's gotten careless. He's not going back home where he's likely to be tried for the mass murder he commited and then strapped down to a table and put out of his misery. Despite him thinking what he did was right and deserved he still has nightmares about it. The voices convinced him to do what he wanted. He had wanted it but it was the voices that convinced him to take that gun to school, it was the voices that convinced him to kill everyone who had ever pulled on his hair, beat him up, and the ones who caused his best friend, his boyfriend to take his life. Wherever the end took him he certainly didn't think it would be back to Devan.
So he walks slowly moving next to the person who has been staring at him acessing their reaction as he speaks, "Hello." He says watching their face to see if fear passes over telling him that they know his identity.