Stir

Scott musters up something close to a smile... almost. On one hand, he felt no humor, and on the other, he was glad that at least Hope could still tease.

Continuing their walk, Scott falls silent once more. He was quieter than the last few days. After the fiasco with him then Alec and all that, he'd realized he needed help but... but now a few days later... the desire to go home had returned. He just wanted... peace. He just wanted to be left alone and to stop having to deal with all of this. He felt as if his will to fight was gone.

Walking the circular path, it eventually winds back to the bench where they'd started at. Scott wished the path would just go on forever in one direction so he wouldn't have to look back.

Sitting down, his hands are still in his pockets, his shoulders slouched. He was the picture of someone who had lost so much... miserable... broken. Leaning to the side, he rests his head on Hope's shoulder, closing his eyes. Could he just will it all away? Could he just wake up and have it all be just a bad memory?

Without warning, an image comes to Scott's mind and he sits bolt upright, his face turning white as a sheet. His hands start to shake. "I... I remember." He swallows hard, trying to stay in control. "It was Austin..." He takes a sharp, ragged breath as his pulse races and he beings to rock slightly. "It was him... he... he was the one who came."


Alec's grin widens, the sly spark in his eye increasing as he leans on the counter with his back to the others, still listening to Ryan. "That all sounds great to me, late lunch and all. But, um... I'd recommend getting on some clean clothes after you're out of your grubby ones. I mean, I don't mind, but when you come to pick me up, I doubt you'd want to start that kind of stir."


Rick spins around, his eyes widening before he looks back at Misty. "You call that cute? And yes, unfortunately, I hoped it would end with you and Carson. But noooo, his brother had to end up here." He rolls his eyes. "Why me?"


Joining Cassy at the table, her request to pray wasn't unusual. She usually prayed before meals. Leo wasn't totally on board with that whole thing. He was sort of on-again, off-again with the God thing happening, but he did find it surprisingly nice to have a prayer before meals. It just seemed to set a peaceful tone before eating.

"Um... you can." He gives Cassy a sheepish grin. He wasn't used to praying much, let alone aloud.

After the prayer, he starts in on his eggs and a smile comes to his lips. "Don't know what you did, but these are better than any eggs I ever make." He chuckles before taking a sip of his orange juice. "When I'm feeling better, you'll have to make those hashbrowns too."