[Gren's not sitting still, he's pacing, all frustration and nervous energy. He wants to do something, to go look for Wade even though he has no idea where the man might be. But at least getting out of the house is better than sitting here, right? Now he's just doing nothing but letting his brain come up with all sorts of ideas about how Wade could be in trouble right now.]
[Looking for him would at least keep Gren from thinking about how everyone he cares about disappears.]
[By the time she shows up, he's practically worn a hole in the floor, his fingers digging into his scalp hard enough that he's probably bleeding. He's a mess on two beanpole legs.]
[It's a true test of their friendship when Lup shows up at the front door fifteen minutes later, a little winded from the run, her hair windswept messily around her head, dressed more down than she'd ever really allow for in public normally.
There's no bothering with knocking, she just lets herself in, eyes already darting around the front room before she's moving further into the place, finding the man with ease. Gren looks worse than she's ever seen him. Something must be cracked in her for how much her heart hurts at the look of him.]
Hey. [Her hands move to his wrists immediately, trying to ease his arms down, to give his head a break from where his fingers have been digging into his own scalp] Let go, nerd. I'm not here to clean up your blood.
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[Gren's not sitting still, he's pacing, all frustration and nervous energy. He wants to do something, to go look for Wade even though he has no idea where the man might be. But at least getting out of the house is better than sitting here, right? Now he's just doing nothing but letting his brain come up with all sorts of ideas about how Wade could be in trouble right now.]
[Looking for him would at least keep Gren from thinking about how everyone he cares about disappears.]
[By the time she shows up, he's practically worn a hole in the floor, his fingers digging into his scalp hard enough that he's probably bleeding. He's a mess on two beanpole legs.]
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There's no bothering with knocking, she just lets herself in, eyes already darting around the front room before she's moving further into the place, finding the man with ease. Gren looks worse than she's ever seen him. Something must be cracked in her for how much her heart hurts at the look of him.]
Hey. [Her hands move to his wrists immediately, trying to ease his arms down, to give his head a break from where his fingers have been digging into his own scalp] Let go, nerd. I'm not here to clean up your blood.