@villainmade said : ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ emma & nick
the first attempt at formulating a response dies before it leaves his throat, and he wets cracked lips with his tongue ( a mistake, because, oh, god, he can still taste blood ) before he pauses, tries again.
⠀ ⠀❛ thanks. you don't — you really don't have to. ❜
it comes out hoarse and croaked, but it's better than nothing.
he's shivering where he sits, back against the wall, a safe distance apart from where the others are huddled, hushed voices within earshot but relegated to an indiscernible background hum. he doesn't think he can take in much more — they've made attempts to recount the night's events to him, he thinks, but he'd struggled to comprehend any of it, explanations weakly grasped and then promptly discarded again, because what else is he supposed to do with words like monsters and murdered ?
he might scream if he thinks about it any more.
the list of things he knows is short but sure. one : he hurt abi. two : he's not at all confident she's the only one. three : he feels like he's been hit by a truck, even though he's checked, and there's barely a bruise on him. and four : he really has to burn these clothes.
he turns his head, sweeps his gaze over emma where she's taken up beside him ; she looks better than he does, probably, but something about her still seems different. scarred.
⠀ ⠀❛ you holding up okay ? haven't seen you since ... y'know. ❜
