When Rez heard the sound of the mic being picked up and the amp being turned off, he paused but for only a second, just long enough to listen, long enough to know that Fisher wasn't coming after him. He wasn't sure yet if that was a good thing or a bad thing, all he knew right now was that it fucking hurt.
He didn't make it far from where they had been standing, just far enough to be out of sight. As he walked, he thought about the places he could go right now, and each one he decided against. Elle was working, not that she would have minded much, but even though she might not have said it, she would have been thinking it, that she had known some shit like this would happen, that she had told Rez that Fisher didn't deserve him, that he was an asshole, and Rez wasn't sure he could deal with that right now. Finn was probably in his dorm room which wasn't far, but right now he didn't wanna deal with the awkwardness of shit on top of everything else, or deal with Finn having another one of his spells when Rez needed this to be about him and not about somebody else. Peyton also came to mind, but since she didn't live on campus no more, she was automatically out. And that pretty much left nobody but himself, which was probably for the best anyway.
Sat down beneath a tree, Rez pulled his knees up to his chest, arms wrapping around them as his face found itself buried against them. He cried. It wasn't the first time he'd cried recently. He was just kinda like that, one of those people that wasn't really ashamed to let shit out when it needed to be let out, but he hadn't really cried like this in a while. In fact, he was pretty sure that the last time he'd cried this hard was about a week after he woke up in the hospital to find out that his parents had been killed in the attack that had turned him into what he was now. It'd taken that long for it to really sink in, but this was sinking in a lot quicker.
Fisher was leaving, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it aside from walk away and let him go. On top of that, there was a strong possibility that he would never see him again after tonight. It hurt like hell. And he honestly wasn't sure whether or not he could handle it, but he'd try, if for no other reason than the simple fact that he'd made it this fuckin' far.