"Aren't you glad you wore headbands before so you had one lying around?" Brendon says weakly, and Spencer half-smiles.
Brendon's unnaturally pale, leaning against the wall in the shelter, and Spencer basically carried him most of the last bit here after the shards coming down hit the path they were on and Brendon walked into one.
"Sure," he says. "Headbands are practical." He wouldn't have wanted hair in his eyes when he grabbed Brendon and ran.
The shelter is really full of people, but Spencer's been waiting, and when he sees a familiar face, he breathes out in relief. But then.
He walks over to Jon. "Hey," he says, and Jon hugs him, holds on hard. Spencer is surprised at first but then thinks that when it starts raining glass, some things don't matter so much anymore. So he holds on right back, breathing into Jon's hair and trying not to ask, trying not to ask.
"I don't know where he is," Jon murmurs. "We weren't--I don't know where he is."
Spencer nods and backs away from Jon. Fuck. He's so sick of waiting, and he doesn't know where Ryan is. Z's there now too, she must have come in behind Jon. Her face is twisted and she's leaning hard on a dark-haired girl while another one readies a makeshift bed out of coats and scarves.
He turns to her. "Do you know where he is?"
Z shakes her head. "Him and Tenn went to--fuck, that hurts--him and Tenn went to go somewhere, I don't remember, I couldn't walk and I made them leave me."
"Okay," Spencer says. "Okay." He needs to--they have another hour in here, and then the storms will quiet for half a day or so, if the pattern holds true. He knows what he needs to do.
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Date: 2010-04-16 08:35 am (UTC)"Aren't you glad you wore headbands before so you had one lying around?" Brendon says weakly, and Spencer half-smiles.
Brendon's unnaturally pale, leaning against the wall in the shelter, and Spencer basically carried him most of the last bit here after the shards coming down hit the path they were on and Brendon walked into one.
"Sure," he says. "Headbands are practical." He wouldn't have wanted hair in his eyes when he grabbed Brendon and ran.
The shelter is really full of people, but Spencer's been waiting, and when he sees a familiar face, he breathes out in relief. But then.
He walks over to Jon. "Hey," he says, and Jon hugs him, holds on hard. Spencer is surprised at first but then thinks that when it starts raining glass, some things don't matter so much anymore. So he holds on right back, breathing into Jon's hair and trying not to ask, trying not to ask.
"I don't know where he is," Jon murmurs. "We weren't--I don't know where he is."
Spencer nods and backs away from Jon. Fuck. He's so sick of waiting, and he doesn't know where Ryan is. Z's there now too, she must have come in behind Jon. Her face is twisted and she's leaning hard on a dark-haired girl while another one readies a makeshift bed out of coats and scarves.
He turns to her. "Do you know where he is?"
Z shakes her head. "Him and Tenn went to--fuck, that hurts--him and Tenn went to go somewhere, I don't remember, I couldn't walk and I made them leave me."
"Okay," Spencer says. "Okay." He needs to--they have another hour in here, and then the storms will quiet for half a day or so, if the pattern holds true. He knows what he needs to do.