Taking an apple from the table, Patrick took his notebook from his pocket and started to write out everything that was on his mind since it seemed like a better idea than simply being able to keep in inside which he wasn't even sure that he could have anymore; it was at the point of a balloon that had too much air and was about to burst in a million pieces. Basically it was a massive headache waiting to happen. He took a bite of the apple before just setting the quill down for the moment, food was more important than writing right now. Why can't everything just work itself out? I really like Kendall, I dunno if she likes me the same way and honestly it's just stupid. Stupid. That was the right word for it and a perfect way to explain how he felt right about now since it all seemed like a strange joke that life was playing on him.

Before he was able to continue writing, the sound of someone's voice approaching up on him had just caused him to frown slightly; what was this? Random people asking who he was day? "I am. I take it that you're looking for me for some reason, don't particularly know why." People didn't just look for him, unless they were in trouble and needed a superhero. But the only ones who knew that he was a superhero were a select few, so that couldn't have been it.