Jude's silhouette shifts from stars to voices: man and dog. They're both quiet enough he doesn't move to wander away into the trees, and Bodhi's own silhouette is specific enough to register as his own. Jude's sketched him enough in his spare time to pick out the shape of him and his odd clothes, though the dog is a strange addition.

He's seen it before, with Kira. Bodhi must be bringing it out, and Jude trails his hand over the tall grass in a mild distraction from that line of logic.

Where people sleep isn't any of his business.

Giving the field a second look, he only manages the barest smile for the question. He likes this side of Bodhi: very little about him ever seems forced, even if it's without grace. The grace would be forced, probably. It's nice to have someone try for you, Jude guesses, but he likes it better when it's just--okay. He's not very graceful either. "Sometimes," he says, making his own steps toward the pair. "I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going; you?"