[ They're close enough to somewhere relatively private and ventilated by now — Elliot takes her hand and tugs before she can have an entire goddamn meltdown. There's a little container of water he stole from the springs with a cigarette butt already floating in it.
So this is his response: hood off, his short mohawk having reverted to his natural curls since he went swimming. Lighting two cigarettes at once, passing one to her. The roiling distress is too much for him in this close proximity, and at this point this is all he knows to do. ]
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So this is his response: hood off, his short mohawk having reverted to his natural curls since he went swimming. Lighting two cigarettes at once, passing one to her. The roiling distress is too much for him in this close proximity, and at this point this is all he knows to do. ]