Who: Finn Tango & Rory Everett What: Kiddies need comfort of all sorts. Where: Rory's room When: The night of July 23rd
There were an absurd amount of things going on in Finn's mind and heart, warring with each other, and he kept trying to remind himself that compared to others this all was nothing to him. He hadn't lost what was dear to him, had hardly known Elliot and wasn't all that close with Rae, either. Wasn't all that close with many people, really, but that was another issue altogether.
Knowing he could easily have lost Rory was getting to him anyway. Knowing she'd been in there locked away with those infected, gun or no, had nagged at him since he'd heard.
But it wasn't with censure or anger that he sought Rory out that night. In light of everything that had happened, in light of the eye-opening suffering all around them, he just plain needed to see her. So he approached her door around eleven at night, and if his mother would have told him that was too late for visiting, well she'd just have to understand, wouldn't she? He'd thought a lot about the people he didn't have with him in these times, too, about going to find them, but that wasn't for right now, either. He knocked and waited, resting his forehead on the doorframe and hoping she was even there.