Room 121 [Thursday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Even though he hadn't been the one saying goodbye to everyone, the day had still been kind of tiring, from an emotional point of view. The fashion show in the fifth floor common room had provided an... interesting change of pace, at least.

But now it was much later, and the door was closed and it was just the two of them.

[ooc: for... well. i should hope that's obvious. also nws omg.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sits on the bed, fiddling with a comic book that clearly goes into the almost-packed trunk, and looking a little... something. Windblown. Lost. Maybe just exhausted.

"Anakin was right," he says thoughtfully.

Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

There was snuggling, as per usual. But this time, Bridge was holding on extra-tight, not willing to let go just yet.