The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.

[kingshaming]

[After the trial, Xander does what he does best. What always blanks his mind when training is not an option:

He organizes.

The hot food for lunch is out still, and while he feels far from hungry, he knows they all SHOULD eat. Everyone wanders off to take care of their own grief, and he lets them for now- and instead busies himself at the espresso bar. There's something specific he wants to do.

Later, under each door, and with the same thing written on the white board he had dragged out for meetings:]

There is hot food and tea in the cafeteria, and while I have no stomach for food it is there for those that can.

While it is tempting to be alone right now, if you wish company I shall be there until evening. Now may be a good time to compare new information while it is fresh.

If not, please stay well.

Xander

[And as promised there is fresh tea. Green tea in fact, though it lacks the milk Chitanda made- but basic tea he can manage at least]

Comments

[tasteslikesurvival]

No, it likely didn't.

[...She fucked up, she knows that.]

[kingshaming]

As long as you know.

[And with that, all is forgiven and forgotten]

I won't ask what you talked about, but I'm sure Frederica could use a friend now.

[tasteslikesurvival]

Ricky's a good kid. I was a little hard on her but we've made up.

[Wait. Ricky? Didn't she just call her by her last name a little while ago.]

[kingshaming]

[Last names are still rather new to him, but he knows *exactly* how a nickname sounds.

He looks at her knowingly]

A good kid that could use someone to look after her.

[tasteslikesurvival]

[See? They actually just talked.]

I've got her back and she's got mine.

[kingshaming]

This place seems built to turn us against each other- better then we protect each other instead.

[tasteslikesurvival]

It's the best course of action, at least.