          Getting kicked out of a clinic wasnât the BEST moment of his â but Harry couldnât exactly say he was surprised. We all know how you felt about Cassandra, Harry. Yeah â but he didnât want her dead or in a fucking coma. && Allie â well he wanted to make sure she was okay ; as okay as one could be, which isnât okay at all. As for Keiran he couldnât linger on it too much ; losing an acquaintance was difficult, let alone someone youâre close to. He could relate to that much, even if GRIEF was different for everyone â nonetheless itâs the worst feeling in the world. So selfishly, very very selfishly, he was a bit relieved to leave. Last time heâd been at any sort of hospital well ... he didnât like them.
     Harry had gone home, the house EMPTY as he grabbed the bottle he was searching for ( plus a little extra ) before heading to Lucasâ. "I brought a gift.â He uttered, placing the Glenfiddich 1937 whiskey bottle between them as he plopped down. âIt was in my DADâS OLD CELLAR. Roommates havenât found that room yet,â he added, dark gaze peering over at the other. âFigured it was a good time as any. So you better drink the fuck up.â ă»ăă»ă@lucaskiersney  /  LUCAS * !!
