Buck Turned Fawn

Chapter 8 - Helpers

"Well, since you know that, you're gonna help us out with him."

Vaggie spoke up, in a serious tone

Some were kinda annoyed at having to help out

"Do we have to? I mean, Al is already unpredictable as it is, if he's younger I bet he's even worse!"

Angel Dust wasn't...very optimistic about this

"Yes, he may be a little unpredictable, but if you know how to help out in any way, just help out until he can function again."

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose

"I can cook food for him! And clean while you watch him!"

Niffty scurried away, into the kitchen

"Well, where is he right now?"

Husker put away the final glass and stood there behind the bar

"He's upstairs, in his room, talking with Charlie...hopefully."

At that exact moment, Charlie came back down, somewhat sad.

"What happened, babe?"

"I don't think he likes being away from Rosie...he refused to speak to me...or explain everything and just pushed me out of the room."

"Maybe you should give him some space...?"

"I can talk to him."

Husker spoke up again, probably just needing something to do now that he didn't have to clean any glasses.

"Right...well we don't have anything to lose. If he doesn't talk to you, then let's just give him some space to calm down."

Husker went upstairs.