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"It's not terribly bad? Some people try to help, and others are." He paused, "Some are complete assholes." He finally declared. "But most really do seem to try and help."

He accepted the towel with delight quickly wrapping it around himself and tugging it to his face to smell the clean fabric.

"It's okay, a lot of people have been making introductions and helping when they can, and you were probably doing something important anyway to be off Island."

Roland melted into the couch with the warm towel wrapped around him, almost like he was about to fall asleep when Stormy spoke to him again. He finally looked up smiling just a bit, “You already are.” He raised his shoulders and his hands a bit tangled in the towel.

He blinked at the next question nodding a bit, “Peyton actually, I didn’t have a lot of time to find someone, only a month before H just gave me one, but she offered it fairly early and it worked out I guess.”

It might comfort her to know that Roland didn't notice how the words didn't meet her eyes. He was reaching out from the towel to take his tea cup into his hands, once more savoring the warmth.

"Yeah that's a really strong point. I get the idea that not everyone on the island is exactly," he frowned trying to pick a word, "Polite?" That might be putting it lightly.

He sipped the tea curiously, wiggling his nose and lips a bit, it felt strange? Adultish? Tea wasn't something he'd ever thought about being sixteen and all that.

"Oh, yeah well." He paused for a moment, nodding, "The last thing she remembers was getting ready for Final's at school. When we woke up as kids she wouldn't stop being worried about it, and it still bothers her a little. She has some grasps about her life. But lots of blank spots before school and just bits and pieces of her time there."

He frowned, "It's.... Less then I have by a lot. And I lost almost," he pondered over the math, "Maybe six years of my life? I was twenty two, or would be right now."

Maybe it could, but it had draw backs, it had confusion. Waking up in a strange place with strange powers with no previous memory of being really recruited in the first place.

"I... took a look through my phone. We might have aged backwards but technology still remembers who we where, what we did." He shrugged a bit, "I deleted it all minus the twitter. No old grudges, no old memories. Just me now." He fidgeted with his cup.

"It's strange knowing everyone knows who I am in some way, but I don't know anyone else from that time. That people might previous expectations." He shrugged, "It's not... perfect. But it's okay I guess?"

He grinned a bit, "Yeah, yeah, Caroline has lectured me about the shoe thing too. But in my defense; I need to grow into all of my shoes. I have a really nice pair of boots that I want to ware but yeah. Time to grow into."

He smiled, "Does that mean lunch comes with this tea?"

It was nice to move away from dwelling on being some kind of memory altered orphan. He sipped his tea again while she chuckled.

"It's not bad? I think I'd like it more with honey though. Sweeter." He shifted in his seat relaxing a bit more before glancing down at his feet.

"Um, I think maybe, a five and a half? Almost a six? But the boots I have look like sevens."