[He'd take a pull at his own coffee and then look over at her as they walked, head tilting to the side to examine her expression.

Surprise. Well.. that made sense. He'd just confessed that he was going to murder someone. Most people would be surprised right?

But then she'd query the timelines.. and he'd have to smirk. His kind of girl, questioning the especially weird over the typically morbid.]

Sure! Eehhh let's see~~ two-- no, three! of the guys I knew back home are now a few years older than me and say they came from a future that I haven't lived yet. The guy I wanna kill comes from a time just a few months from what I know, I think. And my friend comes from a time a hour or so before me.

[He'd take another sip and grin at her, stuffing a hand in his pocket.]

Pretty fucked up, huh?