[Declan doesn't often spend time alone, and especially not nights alone. It's early, just shy of nine, and summer is full in swing. That's left Aglionby's dorms half-empty, and parties half-populated. But they're still there, and they're still somewhere to go that isn't sitting alone in his dorm room. Given everything that's happened the past couple of weeks, he's less keen on getting wasted, and more interested in being surrounded by as many people as possible as often as possible. Declan's always been social, but he hasn't always feared the idea of being alone.
[It's hard to relax though, and harder still to put on a friendly façade behind a bruised face. When his phone buzzes in his pocket, he checks it too quickly. It could be anyone. It could be one of his brothers.
[But it isn't his brothers. It's Adam Parrish asking for a ride.
[Declan's halfway through a social cigarette on the back patio of whoever's party house, and so he can see that it isn't raining. It isn't terribly late. It's strange that Adam is asking for a ride with no discernable reason for needing one.
[Technically, he is busy. But he's already patting his pocket for his car keys before he responds anyway.]
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[It's hard to relax though, and harder still to put on a friendly façade behind a bruised face. When his phone buzzes in his pocket, he checks it too quickly. It could be anyone. It could be one of his brothers.
[But it isn't his brothers. It's Adam Parrish asking for a ride.
[Declan's halfway through a social cigarette on the back patio of whoever's party house, and so he can see that it isn't raining. It isn't terribly late. It's strange that Adam is asking for a ride with no discernable reason for needing one.
[Technically, he is busy. But he's already patting his pocket for his car keys before he responds anyway.]
Where are you tonight?
[Work, he's sure, but which?]