[Klayko]

Lacy hated to feel like a third wheel in any situation. It made her feel a bit like a sob drawn towards romantics who literally wanted to “Aww” at the slightest form of affection done or made. This was a serious moment however. Amid Roswell’s pain, she held him firmly in place, a hand pressed down on his chest and another supporting him while Rivers himself finished the operation.

“I’ll have to keep an eye out on it,” she insisted before rising up from the sand. Blake had been gone for a little while, but the boar’s corpse came plopping down on the sand shortly afterwards.

“Correction,” Blake announced. “Some of us aren’t reckless to fight a boar and puncture something serious. I’ll take my risk on a football field, thank you very much.”

That or see if the boat itself had something like a spear gun the next time. Lacy was thrilled to see him and even ran to hug him. Blake felt really bad, but he insisted she should wash the blood off herself first before anything else and likewise; his sweater was now ruined by Ross’s blood from carrying him. That was the excuse this time. How long could he keep it up with her? He walked away and she followed suit.