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[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

Why do you even like them?

I feel like eating pure sugar would be too sweet though.

Do you just not like sugar very much? Or were your parents strict?

They gave me a dead animal every week or two, just so I didn't starve, so yeah, you can say they're strict.

It's fine though, I swear.

Wait so like, what *have* you eaten? How long have you been out of their house?

And that's about all.

You gotta try some more stuff.

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

Why do you even like them?

I feel like eating pure sugar would be too sweet though.

Do you just not like sugar very much? Or were your parents strict?

They gave me a dead animal every week or two, just so I didn't starve, so yeah, you can say they're strict.

It's fine though, I swear.

Wait so like, what *have* you eaten? How long have you been out of their house?

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Dude? You arent dead right?

Oh, uh. . . hey Seb! Uh. . . m’not dead. Feel like it though. . .

[He looked worried]

Dammit. . .

So.. whats the plan? Want me to stay here while you wait? I could go buy an umbrella for you, uhm.. I could call one of my bandmates to pick you up.

Um. Plan. . . I was just gonna wait until it gets dark again but uh. . . what time is it? I didn’t really keep track.

[He opened his phone and showed Leroy the time. It was 10:10]

Maybe the umbrella thing could work? I can uh, I can pay you back for it.

[He got up and glanced around and ran down the street to find an umbrella for leroy]

Holy shit I can’t believe that actually worked!

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

Why do you even like them?

I feel like eating pure sugar would be too sweet though.

Do you just not like sugar very much? Or were your parents strict?

They gave me a dead animal every week or two, just so I didn't starve, so yeah, you can say they're strict.

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

Why do you even like them?

I feel like eating pure sugar would be too sweet though.

Do you just not like sugar very much? Or were your parents strict?

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

Why do you even like them?

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

It’s a pixie stick. Like uh, flavored sugar powder. Want one?

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Dude? You arent dead right?

Oh, uh. . . hey Seb! Uh. . . m’not dead. Feel like it though. . .

[He looked worried]

Dammit. . .

So.. whats the plan? Want me to stay here while you wait? I could go buy an umbrella for you, uhm.. I could call one of my bandmates to pick you up.

Um. Plan. . . I was just gonna wait until it gets dark again but uh. . . what time is it? I didn’t really keep track.

[He opened his phone and showed Leroy the time. It was 10:10]

Maybe the umbrella thing could work? I can uh, I can pay you back for it.

[He got up and glanced around and ran down the street to find an umbrella for leroy]

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

You okay now?

[he shakes out his arms and dusts off his jean jacket. He takes something that looks like a straw wrapper from his pocket, opening it and dumping a green-colored powder into his mouth before folding the wrapper into a little star]

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[they grab his wrist, and guide him there]

Oh my god it’s so much better out here. Thanks uh- sorry I don’t remember your name.

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

I can lead you there.

Okay. Uh. Okay. That would be great actually.

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

Oh, wait! You can see! Is there some kind of shaded spot out there? Like an alley or something? At least there I could walk. . .

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

Closer?]

. . . missed my bus, thas’all. . . ‘ll catch the uh. . . the next one. . .

I can try to find an alternative method of transportation.

I can uh. I can catch the next bus when it gets dark again.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

[they sprint to a local convenience store, steal sunglasses, and come back]

I uh, I’m Leroy by the way.

So, what is it with you and staying in the dark?

Maybe not, but I can’t really go check it out. Hospitals have lights. And they’re expensive.

Well, I doubt I'm qualified to diagnose anything, so sorry.

But it’s fine, I’m still alive at least. I just messed up today.

I wish. It’s the light itself I think. If I got into a shadow things might be fine, but uh. . . I can’t really see into the sun that well. Even with sunglasses it’s way too bright.

You could stay there for the day.

Sorry, I’m not helpful.

[In the bleak, cold daylight of a London morning, an old covered bus stop sits in a slow part of town. Slumped against wall inside is a young man who looks to be asleep, though the bags under his eyes make it look like he hasn't been for long. Buses pass by the stop, clearly not even noticing he was there]

...Are you okay?

[He definitely won’t with the state he’s in. He’s barely awake let alone coherent]

I know. But uh. Can’t really. The sun is out there and that makes things ten times worse. Passed out last time. M’not doing that again. Hopefully. . .

Here, would this help?

Jeez. I uh. I’m Leroy.

[He pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something, before making up his mind.] Mason. I’m Mason.

Uh, sorry. I would usually be better at this- the sun’s a little bright. Got a sort of- um. Sensitivity to it.

Hold on, I have an idea. If you keep the sunglasses on and keep your head down, I can hold the umbrella over you and we can try and get inside.

Ugh. I should have just tried to walk home last night.

Would over there work?

Yeah, yeah that could work.

[He holds out the umbrella.]

Okay, hopefully this helps.

You’re a life saver.