[Riley finds him halfway through the lobby, tearing frantically from one wing to another. He understands more from her general panic than the actual words she speaks, and quickly tears past her as he aims for the stairs. He takes them two at a time, sprinting upward and toward the coffee shop.
There's a lot going on in the coffee shop when he enters, and later he might question the others as to what he missed. But he sees Christine and that damnable ache is back in his chest. He pushes through the room until he's beside her and Stephen, hands coiling around hers as best as they can, considering the grip she has on the bottle.
If nothing else, it'll keep her from spilling anymore.]
Christine -- [His throat feels tight, the ache traveling up higher. For now, both she and Jeremy look to be alive. He'll consider it a win.]
Look at me. [When he speaks again, his voice is softer, hushed and... gentle, for all its unfamiliarity.]
Princess Christine the Impaler is better than this, smarter than this.
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There's a lot going on in the coffee shop when he enters, and later he might question the others as to what he missed. But he sees Christine and that damnable ache is back in his chest. He pushes through the room until he's beside her and Stephen, hands coiling around hers as best as they can, considering the grip she has on the bottle.
If nothing else, it'll keep her from spilling anymore.]
Christine -- [His throat feels tight, the ache traveling up higher. For now, both she and Jeremy look to be alive. He'll consider it a win.]
Look at me. [When he speaks again, his voice is softer, hushed and... gentle, for all its unfamiliarity.]
Princess Christine the Impaler is better than this, smarter than this.