There was something in that briefest of touch that was even more comforting and Ky wished he understood why. He held onto the bags though, trying to help Everrett in his search for someplace to go, watching people around them dart into shops and look for places to hide. "Maybe we should walk, then find some place," he suggested, already starting down the street and glancing to make sure the other was following.
Ky didn't want to go with anyone else to hide--he didn't know them and wasn't sure he could trust them when they were trapped liked this. A baser, survival instinct was kicking in for him as they moved through the streets, passing people as they panicked an Ky stood closer to Ev. He didn't know how long they had walked, stopping only briefly to check their journals before moving again. Then Ky glanced down the alley beside them, too dark to see much of anything, but he could make out a door slightly ajar at the end.
"Come on, this way," he told the other boy, giving a quick and fleeting pull on his elbow. The ground was littered with all sorts of odds and ends but Ky had keener eyesight in the dark, and moved through them as if they weren't there. It wasn't until he heard a pained sound behind him that he realized navigating through would be hard for the other. He turned back, rushing over to the fallen boy, kneeling down and trying to slip an arm through his to help him up. "Hey, are you alright?"
He didn't get a response and realized the boy had gone limp. His brows drew together as he shook him slightly. "Everrett? Everrett?" His voice was slightly panicked, but he could see the rising and falling of the blond's chest, that at least told him he wasn't dead.
Glancing around, he slipped the bag higher up his arm and hauled Everrett up. He wasn't terribly heavy, but he was all dead weight and gangly limbs and the only was Ky could manage was to half drag him into the building, barely managing to kick it close as he pulled Everrett inside. Ky could see it was a condemned second hand shop, and it was obvious why business didn't do well. A horribly location and no windows made the place downright creepy.
But luckily, amongst the hodgepodge of items in the place, there was a beat-up looking mattress. Ky set Everrett down long enough to clear space and push it down, and found a quilt he tried to shake most of the dust from before coming back. He moved Everrett and covered him up, setting his bags down on the dusty floor before disappearing again to find candles.
When he came back, the other boy still wasn't even seeming to stir and it was starting to scare Ky. He lit the candle, bending closer to study Everrett's face. It wasn't until then that he'd noticed the boy had changed colour, everything, even his glasses now a various shade of green. . . and Ky was too. He promptly blew out the flame, hissing as some of the hot wax fell on his hand. He curled up, knees pulled to his chest as he sat on one corner of the makeshift bed, shivering now, still from fear rather than cold, and hoping Everrett would wake up soon.