Re: Peter | Hope
Peter turned to look at the girl approaching from the pub door. He recognised her as one of the other arrivals - Hope was it? He hadn't spoken to her properly, but he had noticed her across the room, back before everything had gone to hell.
"Yeah," he snorted briefly, edging aside to make room on the wall beside him. She looked, if he was honest, about as good as he felt. He supposed the other shadow people had to belong to someone... the two teenagers stood in silence for a second, the noises from inside the pub filtering out into the cold night. Peter watched people filter in and out and did his best not to think too much about the last hour - the lump in his throat had lessened at the arrival of the girl, but he was sure it hadn't gone far.