Hippie isn’t even one she would use to describe herself so often. It’s a matter of contrast, really. Nine times out of ten Kennedy would be a stickler for the rules. Someone like that is only a hippie next to somebody else who’s a stickler ten out of ten times. He’s a strange little fabrication, if a little more soft spoken and passive than most of Kennedy’s regular company. ”I don’t think people will be honouring one another in the US any time soon,” she snorts. Political commentary. How topical. ”I understand, I’d rather trust somebody too, but listen, you’re stuttering an awful lot —” Well, more than usual. “— are you alright? We don’t have to talk about these things, I wouldn’t want to put you out of your comfort zone.”
"Oh no, I'm quite alright." He smiles a bit - attempting to hide his embarrassment over the ease in which she noticed his slips and stumbles. Like with most things regarding himself, there's always a reason behind his increased amount of stuttering. Not a lack of comfort. Though most certainly a reasonable reason, he knows that's not it. This, unfortunately, raises the question of what is? "I believe it may s-simply come and go. Pleas-se, do not feel the need to halt this convers-sation! Your opinion is rather unique to those I often hear on s-such topics." Angels and demons rarely do discuss things with the Martyr. When they do, he's found their opinions to be strangely callous and jaded. Unable to look at the world from an angle that could change their perspective entirely. He respects his fellow supernaturals. But this doesn't mean he finds them better company than humans.
