[oopfsb / darkest timeline] Curtis

[stilljustandrew]

It's not that he hasn't been eating. It's that he hasn't been able to muster the energy to do much more than unwrap a granola bar or a stick of beef jerky or open a packet of chips, once or twice a day. And even at that rate, he's run out.

He made himself take a shower yesterday, which means his clothes have only been slept in once, so he can probably make it through the bar without attracting too much attention. There's a baseball cap to hide his bedhead, and obscure his face a little. If he's lucky, maybe he won't run into anyone he knows.

Down the stairs, one step at a time, and towards Bar.

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[stilljustandrew]

He hesitates on the threshold.

"Listen," he says, "if -- if you ever need anything, while you're here -- let me know, okay?"

[2goodarms]

Curtis didn't expect to hear that. The instinctual wariness he still can't shake -- you're not from the tail; what's the catch? -- rears up before he can push it flat.

Andrew's not from the tail. But neither of them are in the tail, either. They're not even on the train.

"I will," he says. "Thanks, man."