Re: The Hammonds, Savannah, others
TJ moved away from his mother after letting her hug him briefly. He didn't want to be held or coddled. He wanted to know what the fuck was happening with Travis. This was his parents' thing. They put their polite faces on and met anything with calm superiority. TJ had never had that ability. Shit happened and he couldn't just not feel.
"Travis was shot," he told his father, wondering how in the hell he could be okay after that. It felt like he was the one who couldn't get enough air into his lungs.
He still had Travis' blood on him, his hand, his bare chest where it had come into contact with his hand -- of course he hadn't bothered putting a shirt on yet for the morning. God, he couldn't look at himself without feeling sick. He should be up there. With Travis. Stay with me, Travis. Please. Stay with me. The room was too small, too many people without enough information. TJ started pacing.
He'd give it five more minutes and then he was getting in the car and driving up there himself if he had to.