MCA0: Saturday morning, omgwtfit'snotevenlightoutyet A.M.

[needsaparrot]

Shockingly, what with it not being light out yet outside, it's not light out inside either. Or,uh, light in. Which is to say, the lights are out. Because people are sleeping. As you do when the lights are out (among other things but no really, they're sleeping) because it's omgwtfit'snotevenlightoutyet A.M.

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[OOC: For the other person in the bed. Still not you, Madrox.]

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[needsaparrot]

"Bunch of people going at once," Xander agrees. "Not a lot of us left who were here from the beginning."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Like Anders," Bridge says quietly.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, you, me, Anders, An--" Xander breaks off and rewinds, realizing. "Oh, yeah. Bel and Phoebe left this week too?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Last night," Bridge confirms. "Anders is taking it... well, about as well as I did, when you left." Which is to say not well at all.

[needsaparrot]

Xander can imagine, mostly because Xander doesn't have to imagine; he can remember.

"Hopefully better than I did." What with the almost flunking out of school if his friends hadn't banded together to kick his ass into gear.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I wish there was something I could *do*, other than say I know how much it sucks."

[needsaparrot]

"Sometimes that's all you can do." More memories of that bad, bad autumn drift through his head. "Just be there, hang out with him, remind him that everybody's not gone."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

He doesn't have his gloves off, but Bridge knows Xander well enough that it's easy to pick up on the general flow of his emotions, sometimes. Especially when they're similar to what *he* is feeling. "The way Buffy and Willow did for you. And he did for *me*, a year ago."

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah." He'd hoped someone was there for Bridge, had even sent e-mails-in-bottles asking for it, but that was different from knowing for sure. "Glad you had people there for you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He dragged me out of my room to go exploring the sixth floor..." Bridge trails off as he remembers who he'd met as a result of that adventure. And that *she's* gone now too.

[needsaparrot]

"We should do that," Xander says. He runs his hand down Bridge's arm, not knowing what he's thinking, but hearing the change in his voice. "Well, not the 6th floor, or at least I couldn't go, but we should get him out and do something with him."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Probably not Caritas," Bridge says. "Or anything involving alcohol."

[needsaparrot]

"Yeeeah, probably not." Considering the way things went when he tried booze + friend for cheering up purposes. "Maybe more like bowling? Burgers? Something?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Or both," Bridge points out. "Fast Eddie's and then Luke's?"

[needsaparrot]

"Could do that," Xander agrees.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can show you my truly abysmal game," Bridge says with a hint of a smile.

[needsaparrot]

And it's just about light enough to actually see that smile, now. "I get to stare at your ass in public; I don't really care how many gutterballs you roll."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

*That* gets an actual laugh. "I love you," Bridge says, tilting his head to give Xander a kiss before pulling away. "Uh. Sorry. I shouldn't assault you with morning breath first thing."

[needsaparrot]

"What, you should only assault me with morning breath after breakfast?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well technically then it would be whatever-we-had-for-breakfast breath." Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"I could make it pancake-breath."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I think that's a brilliant idea."