Savin frowned as they walked into the funeral home. Jazz bit his lip as they were directed towards Ryin’s casket. This was real. This was really happening.

( 'I'm surprised there's a fucking viewing,' Dylan murmured. )

Savin frowned to himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He glanced at his home ec partner, Dylan. Dylan just raised an eyebrow at him, giving Savin a quizzical look. “What’s up?”

( 'Nothing.' )

Breccan stood awkwardly in the auditorium as the last trickle of students filed out. He didn’t have class; his teacher had sent a mass text to everyone saying that Ryin King’s death meant it was canceled. He sighed and put a hand on one of the seats, leaning on it for support.

( Already, he missed Finbar. )