Getting kicked out of a clinic wasn’t the BEST moment of his — but Harry couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. We all know how you felt about Cassandra, Harry. Yeah — but he didn’t want her dead or in a fucking coma. && Allie — well he wanted to make sure she was okay ; as okay as one could be, which isn’t okay at all. As for Keiran he couldn’t linger on it too much ; losing an acquaintance was difficult, let alone someone you’re close to. He could relate to that much, even if GRIEF was different for everyone — nonetheless it’s the worst feeling in the world. So selfishly, very very selfishly, he was a bit relieved to leave. Last time he’d been at any sort of hospital well ... he didn’t like them.
Harry had gone home, the house EMPTY as he grabbed the bottle he was searching for ( plus a little extra ) before heading to Lucas’. "I brought a gift.” He uttered, placing the Glenfiddich 1937 whiskey bottle between them as he plopped down. “It was in my DAD’S OLD CELLAR. Roommates haven’t found that room yet,” he added, dark gaze peering over at the other. “Figured it was a good time as any. So you better drink the fuck up.” ・。・゜@lucaskiersney / LUCAS * !!