Darien looked at the window, swallowing. For a moment he wished he’d never left California. That he’d never stood up from that bench and ran to the train station. He didn’t want to be here. Here was hurt, and sad and-
But then Ev’s hand tightens on his and the moment passes. He glances down at him, still not saying a word. Silently and gently, he pulled his hand out of Ev’s and reached for the pill bottle. He handed it to him without a sound and wrapped his arms back around his knee’s, ignoring Ev’s request about his wrists and looking back out the window.
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