“Ain’t the first time we’ve been betrayed, Jak.” He says quietly, scooting as close as he could. “Tomorrow we’ll leave. We’ll head to that wastelander place, alright? It’ll be okay.” He threads his hands through his hair, scratching in certain spots he knew the other liked. He needed to calm down.
His eyes fall shut and he releases as much of the tension as he can when he sighs this time, forcing himself to let the matter drop. There was no way he’d ever come to terms with what Torn had done, but he could at least put it out of the way for now.
“….we should sleep. ’s pretty late…”
