"Abra and, and Lucy, 'kay," Dan repeated, his voice barely louder than a whisper and thick with tears. He was clinging to his dad's arm with one hand, and the other was trying to keep his legs pulled in close. It was pretty awkward and more than a bit sore, but Dan didn't want to move away from Jack at all.
"wanna stay here," he muttered after another minute or so, and then, "I'm so tired." He could have been talking about staying slumped on the floor near Bryn's, but no, he wasn't.