"Jesus," he breathes, everything suddenly tense and tight, his head falling into his hands. School. The first fucking day of school. And if they're still there... and he and Tom and Neil are all gone...

The cruelty of it is almost unbearable.

He takes a breath and then another, pushes past it. But he doesn't raise his head. Moved. That... God, he can understand.

"Who's 'we'?" He lifts his head slightly, scrubbing a hand down over his face. "Were you... were you with someone?"