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[mophie]

"Not an issue," he assures her, like he's not demonstrably willing to lie to find his mother.

But there's no helping the smile that spreads across his face at her acquiescence (such as it is)...though he does a kind of repressed bounce on his feet just once, not out of excitement but squashing down the urge to try again at swiping back his still-out-of-reach notebook.

"So what do you need to know?"

About what happened, he means.

[steerclear]

God, what is going on with this kid?

He bounces and smiles, and Jess just frowns a little. None of this story so far is gonna be particularly pleasant, she knows it.

"The usual, but we can start with how you got separated."

It's a carefully chosen word, separated.

[mophie]

Look, it's been a very long time since anyone's willingly agreed to help him with this. This being the only way he's willing to let anyone help him at all; and usually he has to take what he can and try his best.

So he tells her.

About the Winter Carnival in Philadelphia, his mom taking him, the balloon darts game, how she won him a compass.

(He takes a little compass keychain out of his pocket as he talks, shows her quickly and then fiddles with it as he continues with the story.)

Then he talks about dropping it, letting go of her hand to find it, and then getting lost in the crowd. He'd found his way to the cops monitoring the fairgrounds, who'd put out an alert for a lost child, and...

...that's pretty much the whole story.