[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

[color=greenyellow]"They're going to get up on their own eventually,"[/color] Clive said. [color=greenyellow]"If you're worried about the glasses guy we can just go save him some breakfast."[/color]

…the fuck, mate? Where on Earth did he get the idea that Donovan was [i]worried[/i] about Nico? His head was reeling from the mere idea. Since that encounter outside the school gates, Donovan had felt nothing but loathing (unadulterated loathing) for the loser. Just because they spent a few minutes navigating the fog together didn’t mean that they were suddenly blood brothers. If anything, it was pity that Donovan felt towards Nico, not worry. Dude was like a kicked puppy. “Worry” implied personal investment in this guy’s problems. And that was something that Donovan absolutely did not have, even if he felt the need to state the obvious for Nico’s sake. It didn’t mean a goddamn thing.

[color=f26522]“Worried?”[/color] he huffed, feeling slightly more pissed off now, [color=f26522]“C’mon dude, what are you taking me for? Nico can get his own damn breakfast.”[/color]

The amount of effort he put into his “I don’t give a crap” tone probably only made it seem like he actually did care at least a little bit. He scowled yet another time that morning and continued walking, making sure not to throw another glance back at the unconscious lot. The girl with the gasmask coughed then made a gesture that vaguely meant, “go”.

[color=f26522]“See? She gets it.”[/color]

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