He's had no sleep, and while not as much stress as Alex and the others, everything that Kyle has gone through in the last twenty-four hours from talking to Liz about Rosa to everything about the gun and Jesse and Alex hitting the brakes like that sends his stomach dropping.
And pain through his shoulder as the seatbelt locks and presses hard against the bruise, or whatever it is that he's still telling himself is a bruise. It hurts like hell, whatever it is.
Clutching at the door, his hand on the dash, and for a minute panicking that something is wrong, something else has happened, and someone else is trying to kill someone.
Staying very still as Alex talks, even as he draws his arms back, sitting up straight and facing him. Nodding, as he exhales slowly, trying not to let it sound like a sigh.
"It's done," he agrees with a nod. He wants to argue though that maybe he wouldn't have gone into the military. Maybe he'd have come up to Michigan, gone to college there and they could have caused trouble together. At the very least Alex would have had someone to talk to. Instead they had all bailed on this town and tried to pretend they weren't broken. And sometimes they still pretended because it's easier.
"Also, can we leave sudden movements behind for a few days or I'm going to puke if you do that again." It's a crap joke but it's easier than giving into the bile in his throat. "Not to mention wounded here," he quips, smirking as he says it. Yep, everything is fine. Not broken at all.
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And pain through his shoulder as the seatbelt locks and presses hard against the bruise, or whatever it is that he's still telling himself is a bruise. It hurts like hell, whatever it is.
Clutching at the door, his hand on the dash, and for a minute panicking that something is wrong, something else has happened, and someone else is trying to kill someone.
Staying very still as Alex talks, even as he draws his arms back, sitting up straight and facing him. Nodding, as he exhales slowly, trying not to let it sound like a sigh.
"It's done," he agrees with a nod. He wants to argue though that maybe he wouldn't have gone into the military. Maybe he'd have come up to Michigan, gone to college there and they could have caused trouble together. At the very least Alex would have had someone to talk to. Instead they had all bailed on this town and tried to pretend they weren't broken. And sometimes they still pretended because it's easier.
"Also, can we leave sudden movements behind for a few days or I'm going to puke if you do that again." It's a crap joke but it's easier than giving into the bile in his throat. "Not to mention wounded here," he quips, smirking as he says it. Yep, everything is fine. Not broken at all.