"It's fine." He frowns, "It's...not bad at all actually. You're not the first person I've seen out here. Or...the first I've interacted with."

He can tell the boy is...nervous? Anxious? It's the eyes. He's used to that look. He glances around, "More people should come out here. It's beautiful. I just try to avoid them."

Because...obvious reasons.

"You're not lost are you?"