#chat:leighton

“I feel so confused” Rush admitted with a sigh that didn’t quite suit him as he played with the outside of his glass of cold water, drawing patterns in the ridges. “I’m so happy Slate won, honestly— he’s one of my closest friends— but, I really miss Bramble and Nettle, they were so wonderful, it’s just, I don’t know how to feel” he sighed again, unable to put exactly how he was feeling into words, but maybe Leighton, who was the unfortunate person stood next to him while he spilled his thoughts out loud would get it.