Visllu leans against the wall, sighing. He glances at Lean. "If you're tired, sleep."

Léan growled, bitterly. It seemed he was too afraid for Archie--already asleep. He didn't want anything to happen to him.

"I'm not gonna do anything. Actually I need to go out and get some things. So it'd just be Journ with you guys. And he's harmless."

Léan still seemed bitter. But, he curled up with Archie, resting. He would kill the next person who tried to harm Archie.

Visllu taps on the door. "I'm going out. We need shit. So don't freak when I'm not here." With that, he walks out.

After a few more minutes, Fleujourn finally comes back out, wet. He looks like he just goes out of the shower, yet no water was heard running. Water drips down his face, making it look like he's crying.

Léan was still awake. He had himself coiled around his brother, eyes closed. But he was only resting.

Fleujourn goes over to the kitchen and gets a glass of water, still dripping.

Léan heard him moving and pulled Archie closer, shielding him from any possible danger.

Fleujourn just stands in the kitchen, his normal cheer gone.

After a while, Archie woke up once more, whimpering softly. He still appeared to be in major pain, despite their efforts at patching him up. Whatever happened to him must have been truly awful.

Fleujourn's still in the kitchen, just staring at the glass of water absently. He doesn't seem to have moved an inch and he's still wet, strangely. His eyes are hazy and his head is down slightly.

Léan didn't seem to know what to do. He only loosened his grip on his brother and watched him, carefully. He'd be damned if he let his brother suffer, in any way...

Visllu walks back in toting all different bags with food. He stops when he sees Fleujourn. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Get over yourself." Fleujourn looks up and him slowly and silently turns and walks to the back bedroom and locks himself in it.

Léan is still awake, arms over Archie. He seemed intent to protect him, and he still didn't seem to trust either stranger that had insisted on trying to help them.

Visllu sighs and starts putting the food away. He looks frustrated and is silent. Fleujourn stays hidden in the bed room, keeping the door locked.

Léan's stomach grumbled loudly despite his attempts to keep it quiet once he saw a container of fresh tuna being put away. Tuna was his absolute favorite food...

Visllu notices and opens the can. He hands it to Lean carefully, making sure not to get hurt.

Léan took it quickly, sampling it warily to make sure it wasn't poisoned. He didn't seem to mind having it cold. He gulped down half of it and then generously helped Archie eat the rest of it.

Visllu watches calmly and glances at the bedroom door.

Archie seemed just as ravenous as his brother was. It seemed like the two of them hadn't eaten a decent meal in...a long, long time. They were both obscenely skinny...

Visllu glances at them. "Feel free to look through the other food we have." His eyes flick back to the door and he slides over to it, trying to open it. He grunts, finding it locked.

Archie didn't say anything, but he tried to shift...and he found that he could. His poor brother had fallen asleep, probably passed out.

Visllu watches him, while rattling the door handle. "Journ, come on...Come out." He sighs at the lack of response.

Léan was asleep, looking peaceful, at last, as he slept.

Archie rested his head on his Léan's shoulder, studying the room curiously, slowly. It seemed he was a little more friendly than his brother...but more timid.

Visllu rattles the door handle more. "Come on." After a little bit of debating, he comes out and stays away from Vis.