Good Directions

'The thought makes him frown, then shake his head to remind himself not to get twisted up in knots over some city boy who’s going to skip out of town just as soon as he’s done with lunch, that he’ll never see those pretty green eyes ever again, or that sweet, sad, just a little lost looking smile, that little startled look Stensland gets whenever Clyde is nice to him, like he’s not expecting it, like he isn’t used to having kindness offered to him (but if he stayed, maybe he’d get used to it, come to learn that Clyde likes doing nice things for skinny redheads with cute accents, except he’s not, he isn’t, he wouldn’t-)'

Stensland gets lost in West Virginia.