[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/843571.html?thread=67974963#t67974963)]
It might have been nicer, but Luke didn't bother to check to see if Guy could keep up with him. Innately, he knew his friend could outrun him anytime, and they weren't exposed to enough smoke. But right now, his thoughts were focused on the fire and the cause of it—and just who would do that. He wondered if the person who did it would brag about it. Or maybe they would never find out. Sometimes things like that just happened.
He reached Leon's door, and he didn't bother to knock or announce his presence. Sometimes, old habits died hard, and in this case, Luke had never been very good at consistently announcing his arrival. Back home, it sometimes meant they could find things in people's rooms. Here, it just meant he was a little rude.
Only he stopped at the sight of Leon. The image of the boy leaning like that reminded him of Ion. Luke's selfishness connected to the thoughts of the attack slipped away, and he moved toward him quickly to check on him. "What happened?" he asked, and he wished he had some kind of gel to help Leon. At the least, it might return his strength.
Re: M88
It might have been nicer, but Luke didn't bother to check to see if Guy could keep up with him. Innately, he knew his friend could outrun him anytime, and they weren't exposed to enough smoke. But right now, his thoughts were focused on the fire and the cause of it—and just who would do that. He wondered if the person who did it would brag about it. Or maybe they would never find out. Sometimes things like that just happened.
He reached Leon's door, and he didn't bother to knock or announce his presence. Sometimes, old habits died hard, and in this case, Luke had never been very good at consistently announcing his arrival. Back home, it sometimes meant they could find things in people's rooms. Here, it just meant he was a little rude.
Only he stopped at the sight of Leon. The image of the boy leaning like that reminded him of Ion. Luke's selfishness connected to the thoughts of the attack slipped away, and he moved toward him quickly to check on him. "What happened?" he asked, and he wished he had some kind of gel to help Leon. At the least, it might return his strength.