[He doesn't recognize the name. He doesn't see anyone new. There's no sort of commentary from the Principal that someone is dead. Logically, it should be okay.
But Dylan can't help but feel his stomach drop. Someone was gone, and that was nothing but horrible. His friend was mourning, and he deserved to do so.
And he deserves whatever comfort he can get.
He doesn't offer words, he's not sure they'd help at the moment.
Right now it's just hugs. Hugs and making what he hopes are comforting circles on his back.]
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But Dylan can't help but feel his stomach drop. Someone was gone, and that was nothing but horrible. His friend was mourning, and he deserved to do so.
And he deserves whatever comfort he can get.
He doesn't offer words, he's not sure they'd help at the moment.
Right now it's just hugs. Hugs and making what he hopes are comforting circles on his back.]