Any other day, it would have been time to look for Bush. Any other trip, he would have been nearly brimming with the relief of having friends to talk to after the long silence of being home.

Today, his lower lip caught between his teeth, there's just a quiet sort of searching for a compartment near the back of the train. Today, he's unable to stop from checking repeatedly that Archie is still with him.

It would be better to be alone, he's fairly certain.