Alan just shook his head a little at Warren, clearly letting the words slide off his back, and kept his eye on Scott. He was an old hand at standing at bedsides, for good or ill. And he wanted to know the boy was breathing, his focus on catching any unconscious signs of pain. His color certainly looked better, at least. Now it was Warren looking a little pale.
Alan reached into a pocket and pulled out a candy bar, holding it out to Warren.
"Here. I'll get another one before I go home. I keep it around for emergencies anyway."
Because when one of your best friend's was a speedster, you kept high calorie, high sugar items on hand. There was no telling when you'd get stuck somewhere where he'd need a bit of fuel. And that wasn't even taking into account the number of teenagers and young adults he looked out for.
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Date: 2015-10-13 01:38 pm (UTC)Alan reached into a pocket and pulled out a candy bar, holding it out to Warren.
"Here. I'll get another one before I go home. I keep it around for emergencies anyway."
Because when one of your best friend's was a speedster, you kept high calorie, high sugar items on hand. There was no telling when you'd get stuck somewhere where he'd need a bit of fuel. And that wasn't even taking into account the number of teenagers and young adults he looked out for.