"I was a bit late getting here - had a work thing beforehand and had to bike here from campus. So I didn't really get to listen to everyone's stories and I didn't get to share my own - maybe next time, eh?"

There was something about Mr. Fell, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He seemed unsettled, as if something were wrong or strange, but other than the entire situation at hand, John really didn't know what it could possibly have been. Especially since Mr. Fell had just stated that he had been dealing with this for nearly half a year now! He supposed also, that he might have simply been projecting on him his own anxieties. He took a breath; Mr. Fell might also simply be awkward around new people; who could say?

"Not sure about the decorations, though. I mean, what would the cake say? 'Congratulations On Your New Trauma'?" He laughed a little, clearing trying to make a joke, but even as the words left his lips, the humor sort of died on impact. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, standing with his hip slightly to one side as he thought. Dark eyes glanced back out over the congregated mass, then back to his new companion in thought.

"...Are everyone's First Memories gut wrenching, or am I just...unlucky?"