After(life) Party--

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka isn't talking much, though he spends most of the time after the execution either expressionless or frowning, moving among the ones still left at the campfire to check on people and try to make sure none of them are trying to either follow Boa or possibly throw literal or metaphorical stones at each other. Probably everyone's too exhausted for any of that at this point.

At some point he disappears for a little bit and comes back with an entire table and supplies -- not from the kitchen, but from the stash he'd accumulated in Cabin 2. It's not much, but it feels better than eating anything from the kitchen right now. Nobody wants that.

There's just some crackers and fruit snacks and some cheese with them. A few baggies to take them to go since most people aren't hungry right this moment. Once that's set out, he'll idle at one end of the table, staring out into the lake.]

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

Me either.

Chuuta, I - I really am sorry. I know it's probably hard to believe me because I was such a dick, but ... but ...

I don't hate you. I'm - I'm just an idiot.

[homeecspacecop]

I know. [He knows Richie doesn't hate him, but it might come off a little...]

We're still friends, right?

[trashmouthtozier]

If you wanna be, still?

[the relief is so strong that it sets him crying again, but at least this time he's smiling]

Fuck. Absolutely.

[homeecspacecop]

[The secret that Chuuta thought was his, the one Gonta was told by the voice, was about abandonment issues. That's never really been a secret for Chuuta, he's always (or at least, for half of his life) been a person who tries to push people away so they don't get too close, but then he always latches on too tightly to the people he calls his friends.

He gasps in a breath of air, and nods. And nods again, more forcefully.]

I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose anyone.

[trashmouthtozier]

Then you won't.

[HUG???]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta accepts the hug, and clings, grabbing at the fabric of Richie's shirt and hiding his face against his friend's shoulder.

He isn't crying, too shaken and shocked and tired for that, but he holds on and doesn't let go.]