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.]

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You're my best friend. How could I not? 'sides, you were there for me when . . . yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. "I wasn't sure if I even wanted to talk to, like, anyone at all. But I'm glad you're here."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's what best friends do." Anders notices something, and frowns. "Hey, your badge . . ."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I gave it to Xander," Bridge says, glancing down at the empty spot on his uniform where the badge was normally pinned.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You . . ." Anders just about melts on the spot. "That is the sweetest thing ever."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It just- it felt right, for him to have it." Bridge blushes and tries to explain.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean," Anders assures him. "Believe me, I know."