[h1][b][i][color=8882be][center]Lyndsay White[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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Lyndsay held on to Cam as he hauled himself up, it not taking much effort to hold up his larger form, despite the size difference between the two of them. She waited until he was steadied, but she was reluctant to let him go. He shifted his weight over to the wall and she let her hands drop to her sides, frowning at him. It wasn't like him to shake her off. She reached for him again, but stopped halfway, letting her arms drop once again down to her sides. She was getting better at recognising the signs of his PTSD, and it was better to let him alone. 

[color=8882be][i]"Ok...but I'll be up to check on you soon. Stay in the apartment?"[/i][/color] 


He was already descending the stairs as she finished her sentence, and she waited at the bottom of the stairs to watch him get up the first flight safely. She was getting violent butterflies in her stomach, and none of the emotions running through her mind were settling well with her. She looked back out of the door towards the crowds of people, and contemplated not going back out into the chaos, but soon convinced herself otherwise. She was a strong southern woman, and they thrived in sticky situations. 

She slipped back into the crowd quietly, not drawing attention to herself, and began to pack thing back into their relative tupperware tubs. She had a feeling the block party was finished.