"That's it," Cyrus soothed, "Just let it out. I know there's a lot on your mind."
He almost reached out to touch her shoulder, but something felt wrong. It was hard for him to look at her and be strong after she'd seen him break down so hard. Cyrus just looked into her eyes, trying to be calm and gentle as possible, because he figured that's what she needed at the moment.
(Why don’t you hear something on the rqdio?)
Sparrow sighed and punched another tree “ugh!” She sighed in frustration
Cyrus felt his heart wrench inside his chest. "Sparrow, look here." He drew closer and took her hands.
"I know you're holding a lot of tension and anger, but don't punch trees or hurt yourself in any way. You'll regret it later. Just squeeze my hands as tightly as you need. Don't worry about hurting me, because it's unlikely you will."
Zoe heard something alarming on the radio. "Shit."
She let go of his hands and climbed the tree. “I’m grateful.” She said hanging upside down from the branch
Cyrus watched her in awe. Had he been more agile and less heavy, he would've taken a branch near her. "I'm glad. If I can help you in any way, it makes my life just a little brighter. I mean… we've been friends since initiation, and I intend to stay that close to you."
(gtg, I'll be back before too long)
Eira watched Sparrow and Cyprus from a far but didn’t interrupt. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, staying there for a few more moments before heading back into the bunker reluctantly.
Uriah sighed a gave up on waking Krista. Everyone was going outside so he decided to join. Freedom hasn't left Zhavia's grave, so he decided to bring some food and water. "Oh, hey Eira."
“Hi Uriah,” Eira said, offering him a small smiled that failed completely.
"Something wrong?" He held tight the bag of food and water jug so it wouldn't fall out of his hands. "I know I'm no Alexander or Zhavia, but I'm a good listener none the less, if you want to talk."
“I’m fine. Here, let me help.” She offered, taking the water jug from Uriah.
"Thank you." He smiled but it soon faded away when he saw Freedom laying at Zhavia's grave. "She so depressed and I don't know what to do." He started walking that way. "I heard dogs doe if they get to depressed." He didn't want Freedom to die, Zhavia wouldn't want that.
Cyrus watched her in awe. Had he been more agile and less heavy, he would've taken a branch near her. "I'm glad. If I can help you in any way, it makes my life just a little brighter. I mean… we've been friends since initiation, and I intend to stay that close to you."
(gtg, I'll be back before too long)
“I intend on seeing you there soldier.” She laughed “thanks. I needed to get my mind off of everything.” She said to him
"Thank you." He smiled but it soon faded away when he saw Freedom laying at Zhavia's grave. "She so depressed and I don't know what to do." He started walking that way. "I heard dogs doe if they get to depressed." He didn't want Freedom to die, Zhavia wouldn't want that.
”She won’t die, we won’t let that happen.” Eira replied.
"Freedom." He laid two bowels out and filled one with food. Her tail wagged slightly, but she just laid on top of Zhavia's grave. "I swear this dog doesn't like me."
“Hey Freedom,” Eira said softly, sitting down next to the dog, “You need to eat and drink, can you do that? For Zhavia?” She asked.
Freedom moved from the grave and laid her head on Eira lap. "Okay, that's it she officially doesn't like me." She got up and eat a bit then got some water and laid back down on Eira's lap.
(Cute but I don’t like dogs so…)
Eira laughed a little and stroked Freedom, “Come on, can you please eat a little more?” She asked, scratching behind Freedom’s ear.
(I’m scared of big dogs and chihuahuas are terrifying. I like huskies and have learned to tolerate my friends asshole of a toy poodle. I like cats better)
( Am I hearing this correctly?)
She stood up, finally wagging her tail and eating and drinking. "Hey, now!" He scowled at the dog. "Zhavia wanted me to take care of you, how am I supposed to do that if you don't like me?"
“I’ll help you out, don’t worry.” Eira said, laughing a little and lent back on her hands.