"You're supposed to be asleep!" Gerard said, startled -- fuck, he must be tired if he was letting Mikey sneak up on him. He tucked Elsie's sleeping bag in a bit more securely, glanced around to check if any of the other injured students were stirring, and then grabbed Mikey's eblow and dragged him over towards one of the farther tables. Hopefully they could talk here without waking anyone else.
He sat down in a chair with a muffled groan -- man, he needed a little stool or something, this crouching at bedsides thing was hell on the knees -- and wistfully poked at an empty coffee cup.
"Fuck, I totally woke you up, didn't I," he said, fiddling with the porcelain handle and glancing sidelong at his brother. Mikey had giant hollows beneath his eyes and it was making Gerard want to wrap him in a blanket and force-feed him hot cocoa. Damn, Gerard'd thought he'd been so sneaky. Stupid Mikey with his little-brother powers of observation. Gerard was this close to trying to order him back to bed, but the 'I'm your older brother and I know better' schtick had never worked extremely well on Mikey. "And no, no new news from the library," he continued unhappily. "William was there with some kids yesterday evening, according to Travis and Spencer, but we haven't heard from him since."