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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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders gave her a tight hug, and nodded as he pulled back. "We should get him out of here for a little while," he said in equally low tones. "Xander asked me to make sure he was distracted, and I don't think there's a good chance of that here."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory nodded in agreement. "Maybe something silly."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Definitely. No alcohol, though," Anders added with a wide-eyed, emphatic shake of his head. "So Caritas is out. Where can we get a whole lot of silly?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely no alcohol," Rory agreed. Then her eyes went wide, and she pointed up and held up six fingers.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's perfect," Anders breathed. "Unlimited amounts of wacky to be had there, and he loves that sort of thing."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory nodded. "And not too many memories," she added softly before crossing over to suggest</> as much to Bridge.