Barclay let the hug happen, having to swallow something away. He was going to miss -- well, everything. His shop, Leon, the classes, the entire experience of staying at this school. So, fuck, he was suffering from pre-emptive nostalgia. That was, well, for want of a better word, ridiculous.
When Leon kissed him, Barclay was done and he shoved Leon away. "Fuck off. Fuck." The cursing helped, dispelling the melancholic vibe that was threatening to appear. He nodded at the car. "I think they're done packing. You know, I could just douse the car with a lust potion and the problem would be solved before you hit Boston."
"Boston," was also what Mickey and Andrei said, simultaneously. There was another look exchanged and then, Andrei shut the back door of the car with a definitive slam. "Alright," Andrei said, strolling towards Ashton, "I think we're leavin'."