Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"I'm fine." A little seething, deep inside, but otherwise he was still sane and unharmed. He glanced across the crowd and the building again, feeling a faint pang of ... something. "Chances are I'll find a hotel, for a day or two. I might head back to Boston, actually. It's been a while." Home, for at least a month or so.
Though he wondered if he shouldn't just sell half his stuff and stay here in New York, moving from hotel to hotel as he needed to. There had to be some places willing to keep him for a week or two. Otherwise, he supposed, he could find a nice cardboard box in a damp alleyway somewhere.
"What about you?" Concern for someone who'd been one of the relatively few people he considered a friend won out over general apathy and slight shock. Besides, she really didn't look all that good; it was probably better to be halfway decent than act like normal. Now, was that Van Helsing or himself making that suggestion, he wondered?