"No shit. Is that why you stay, Forrester?" He replied, the hint of a mocking sneer on his lips. Still, any anger that was there was half-hearted. The hours of worrying, the exhaustion of training, and the dulling effects of the vodka had drained the fight out of him for the time being. In the end, it didn't matter if they were both stuck at Fox Grove for similar reasons, with similar pressures and demands on them. The situation was what it was, with the greenhouse group missing in action, the Capitol and the Hellhounds locked in a fight and looking to pull the rest of Austin down into the grave with them, new gangs infesting their territory like cockroaches, and the hopelessness of it all choking him like a noose around his neck. He had wanted to believe that there was the possibility of something good outside of Austin. That there might be somewhere else to go, if he ever left Fox Grove. That there might be some alternative to this. The loss of that hope hurt nearly as much the loss of the members from their group.
Jason broke away from her gaze to look at the gymnasium floor. "You should get some rest." He said flatly.