Francis flirts with Torunn- of course he does, who could help themselves? But, there's a draw toward James too. So when he'd noticed that he was off by himself, he gives him a little bit to hopefully work through his thoughts, and then he wanders over, hands stuffed in his pockets as his eyes rest on the redhead. He can be sort of frustrating, but in the end, he's kind of glad he met him and his friends. Even with the Scavengers, there had always been something a little lonely ever since his father died.

"Hey," he says, moving over to take a seat near James by the warm flicker of the fire. "You're being awful quiet tonight."

His tone makes it only a little bit of a complaint. Not that he'd admit to being concerned, exactly, but-- they'd actually managed to pull it off. Torunn had ended it. He's pretty sure it's the sort of thing that his dad would have somehow materialized chocolates or something else extravagant for, like he did on Francis' birthdays. He'd never quite worked out how he'd managed it, so they were stuck with rations.

Now there's just the City. Getting back, and then dealing with the thousands of robots that Ultron had left behind. Hoping that this was really somehow they end of it. That they could push them back, pick up the pieces and try to make something out of it. Reclaim the City until it was a place people could live again. See if there were other survivors; find out what happened to the rest of the world.

And that was sort of an overwhelming thought, honestly. The world had been like this for as long as Francis could remember, the idea that maybe it was over now? The After was... hard, in it's own way. So he didn't blame James for being a little out of sorts about it. But he wasn't gonna leave him on his own over here, either.