After staring for far too long, he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and stomps off. "Yeah, thanks. Shower sometime, you fucking slob," you hear him say.
You don't react much, just curl up a little tighter. You wouldn't be such a wreck if you didn't have to be. You're still hoping you can change it; you're young. You heard far worse back in The City. Still, his words aren't the thing you wanted to wake up to.
After another half hour of sad, sleepy train noises at 8:30 in the morning, you hear the screech of the breaks and the pressure release of the car. "Now arriving at: Apricot Bay."