No stranger to loss
Hunter hadn't seen Michael every day, or even weekly. They did their own things, they sometimes sat with each other at meals and sometimes not. Michael gave him his space while making sure Hunter knew he was always there if he needed him. He was old enough to take care of himself, but he had a family, as fractured and reassembled as the island had made it. It was comforting, knowing that Michael was there.
But now Michael wasn't there. Hunter hadn't seen him for a while so he'd stopped by his room just to make sure things were cool. They weren't. Michael's roommate informed him that Michael was gone, for once not being a dick, but that hadn't really seemed to matter. Hunter had been too busy trying not to look like he'd just been punched in the stomach. He'd gotten the fuck out of there and then out of the compound altogether, forcing himself to walk to the beach, afraid that if he started running, if he didn't keep cool, it would all come out and he would do something stupid like cry. It wasn't like this Michael had been his dad, anyway. And he should have figured this would happen sooner or later, right? Ben had left him, and now Michael had too. So fucking what? It wasn't like he needed them, right?
"Right," he said bitterly, flopping onto the sandy beach and curling his fingers around a nearby rock, throwing it at the water angrily.
[Friends old and new welcome, despite his bad mood.]
But now Michael wasn't there. Hunter hadn't seen him for a while so he'd stopped by his room just to make sure things were cool. They weren't. Michael's roommate informed him that Michael was gone, for once not being a dick, but that hadn't really seemed to matter. Hunter had been too busy trying not to look like he'd just been punched in the stomach. He'd gotten the fuck out of there and then out of the compound altogether, forcing himself to walk to the beach, afraid that if he started running, if he didn't keep cool, it would all come out and he would do something stupid like cry. It wasn't like this Michael had been his dad, anyway. And he should have figured this would happen sooner or later, right? Ben had left him, and now Michael had too. So fucking what? It wasn't like he needed them, right?
"Right," he said bitterly, flopping onto the sandy beach and curling his fingers around a nearby rock, throwing it at the water angrily.
[Friends old and new welcome, despite his bad mood.]