[Thursday Afternoon]

[stu_isnt_god]

Warren had said that he would take Stu to his physical therapy session for today. Not wanting to be alone, or take the bus, Stu had accepted. So now he waits on the front steps of the school, absently poking the step in front of him with his cane. He doesn't like to be out in the open so much, but it shouldn't be too long. Every now and then, his

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[pyretogenic]

Warren doesn't make him wait long at all. Pulling up, he doesn't even honk. Just gets out and goes to help Stu if he needs it. He pauses, watching him and fighting not to haul him to his feet and drive him around for the next five days to make him sleep.

"Hey."

[stu_isnt_god]

Stu blinks sleepily up at Warren and gives a bit of a grin. "Hey..." He pushes himself up with his cane, wobbling a bit before he's able to right himself. "I really appreciate you doing this for me. Muds could take me but I'd still have to take the bus home and gosh I hate the bus so much..." Rubbing at an eye, he stumbles down the steps to the car.

[pyretogenic]

Warren hovers, he can't do anything but and nods. "Never a problem, Kiddo. Hell, anytime you need a ride, just ask, okay?"

He darts ahead and opens the door, holding it for him. "How're you feeling?"

[stu_isnt_god]

He climbs inside carefully, pulling on his seatbelt. "I'm feeling okay, I guess. A little tired, but I'll do. I'm kinda ready to go home but...I don't wanna be by myself. Still, I miss Howdy." He makes a face. "And Hannibal keeps glaring at me."