Re: Campbells.
The sobbing startled him. Seconds of thinking wildly (and uncomfortably) about what it was he was supposed to do with tears that seemed to torrent like Nathan without his mother. Russ's hand spread tentatively against one of Ford's shoulder-blades but the hug was tight and it was strong, and the minute Ford stepped out of it, Russ was already composing his face into one suited to someone who had never seen anyone cry, certainly not now, and definitely not male.
The kid wasn't even trying to talk and Russ figured that was probably a combination of the place he'd been and the hotel. He stood back a little, and he palmed a hand over the damp spot on his shirt without thought.
"My swap partner," Russ said, dismissively, "Wanted to take me out for a ride. I wasn't there. I need a shower." And Ford probably did too. He wasn't sure how the kid had managed 'relatively clean' in a zombie apocalypse. "We're gonna have to get out of this place first."