Room 227 [Friday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

Today had been... well, to say it had been hard would have been something of an understatement. Saying goodbye to both Xander and Callisto had *hurt*.

So now Bridge is back in his room. Jeremiah and Cam-Mollusc are sitting on the shelf he'd cleared off for them, pressed up against the glass of their respective tanks and just watching each other.

And Bridge? Bridge is curled up on his bed, gloves off and paging through the scrapbook that Xander had made.

Right now, he doesn't feel up to talking to anyone. Too bad he didn't notice that he hadn't actually shut his door all the way.

[ooc: locked to the two who know who they are.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge stands up and moves towards the doorway, grabbing his knapsack on the way.

"Wait," he says, pausing as he's halfway between the bed and the door.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory freezes, fearing the worst. "Yes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I think Peter should come too," Bridge explains. "I mean, he's currently stuck as a tiny horse and living in a stable and that can't be all fun and games."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory blinks slowly, letting out a relieved breath. "That's fine with me, really. As long as he's good with stairs."