#actuallysnorlax

“Oh..... I don’t know what one this is, either.” 

“Ernest, Ernest, Ernest!” Patrick threw his hands up before running them down his face dramatically, reducing Ernest to a giggling mess, holding the joint out from himself to avoid burning himself, a bit skittish with it after waking up with a nasty blister from holding on to a roach for too long. He’s pretty sure they’ve been high most of the last two days. “If you don’t learn the code, we’re gonna be caught out, okay? It means we’re being watched. It means they’re on to us.” 

Theoderich felt his face go hot and groaned, sitting up from his slump in his bed. He was covered in a cold sweat. 

“If you made it already, then...” He scooted over the bed to make room, patting the side of his bed. “Hey, I.... Sorry for waking you.” He took the tray from them while they sat down, situating themselves. 

He couldn’t remember most of his dream, most of the details already faded after staying awake to stare at the ceiling for the better part of an hour by the time Eric came in. He remembered being scared for his friends lives, and he remembered sounds and images he wishes he could forget, his memories melding with the dream just enough to make his stomach churn and clench. 

He leaned his head over on Eric’s shoulder, closing his eyes and feeling settled with them next to him.

Cybil blocked the sun from her eyes, simultaneously wiping the sweat from her brow. “Courtney...” she gasped, throat parched from the summer heat. “Court, I don’t know if I’ll make it...” she dragged a hand to Courtney’s shoulder, feigning lightheadedness before breaking into giggles.

She had the urge to hug Courtney, but her sweat made for a good detterent “No, really. It is so hot right now? What the heck,” she went back to covering her eyes. 

Nykkolette heart was heavy in her chest as she nodded. 

“They’re supposed to get easier when you get older, y’know? Supposed to be older, supposed to have had a chance--” She averts her eyes from him, blew out a breath trying to stave off the tears, choking down a sob. “They were in my class last week, they were leader untangling everyone’s hands.” 

She reached her hand out without looking at him still, placing a hand hard over her mouth and squeezing his hand tight in gratitude when he took hers. She was finally able to take in a full but shaky breath.