Jamie is downright boyish as Michael approaches. He looks up at the comment, and for a moment it seems like he's trying to decide what to do with the boy standing near him.

"Haven't been shivved yet," he points out as he stands up. His eyes are the kind of blue that invites people to drown. "Are you going to change my luck?"

He wonders if this is the person that's been watching him. He feels it now and then, when he's in the park, especially if he's on his own. Hard to shake that kind of feeling after the paranoia sets in.