He hated that she felt the need to apologize to him for not being in an inconsolable cloud of mourning right now. Were the roles revered, Elliot wasn't so sure he'd even care if they were in the midst of a zombie takeover. Losing his mother had been a hard blow, especially since he'd been right there when it happened and didn't do a thing about it until it was too late. "Don't apologize to me. Not for that," was all he said.
Madison Square Garden. Wasn't that place just as full as Carnegie had been? Rae was probably right. He didn't know how many buses were headed to that particular safehouse, but it was bound to be a large number, given that it was a large safehouse. What would happen when there were no more safehouses to go to? He didn't like thinking about it.
"They'll have plenty of space for all of us," Elliot said, though he only half believed his own words. "We'll all be okay."