No boyfriend. No best friend. Josh was all alone. He’d always had at least someone, but now, now he was completely and utterly alone. He despised it, not more than he despised his ability to hold more liquor now that he was, well, undead. It made getting drunk a lot, lot harder.
Josh left Russo’s, hands buried in his pockets. After yet another failed attempt at getting drunk, he tiredly trudged back the familiar route back to Marcel’s. However, on his journey he noticed a hooded figure doubled over. Despite his better judgement, Josh was by the figure’s side in seconds, taking the stranger’s arms in hopes to support them. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his features.
The presence, Davina was able to pick up on the familiarity of the newcomer that had joined her. Her eyes averting upward, widening at the sight of Josh. It almost seemed unreal, Davina had said her goodbyes and in doing so, was accepting of what she believed to be her inevitable death. "Josh," was all she whispered, eyes watering instantly and she instantly threw herself at him, pulling him into a hug. The pain easily ignored once overcome by the emotions of being back among the land of the living.
