[b]connor[/b]

Connor grasped Kijani's hands, gently, glad of her presence. As the tear fell, moved around, to pull her into a hug, taking comfort and hopefully giving it with the hug. There was no words to say. Connor thought he'd be prepared for anything. But there was no preparing for this, this act of...terrorism. This utter destruction of something worthwhile.

He'd already put into action helpong to find the rebuilding of the school, but the actual building would have to wait, for now. 

"I love you, Kijani" he said softly, so soft, it was almost a whisper. It times like this, it was important to remember that, love. He was silent for a few moments, content for the moment, to just hold her. 

"So many..." He hadn't eaten for hours, and sleep was but a distint memory, but he didn't even notice either human need, "so many, dead or hurt. I didn't see any sign of bruce, or Clark, and only five teachers, six if you can't Kagerou, have been found..." Speaking about it, only made it seem more real, and yet, more bearable. Slightly bearable. 

[b]harry[/b]

"It's harry, not kid" he muttered, taking the glasses and quickly putting them on. They stopped the immediate viewing of a person, but he still couldn't meet people's eyes for more than a few seconds. Not that he wanted to. He pushed back his head, so Kagerou could clean and bandage the wound there. "Thabk you, Ma'am, for not passing me off to someone else" he said, meeting her eyes. He gave her a small smile