"Well, we'll go get ready." Blaine said, putting his dishes up. Tyler followed him upstairs, going back to the rooms where the teen had been.
He picked his coat up, the blood now dried and fading. He pulled it back on along with his boots, stuffing the .45 pistol in the side of his right one.
Blaine was in the room they had all slept in, grabbing the guns and his leather jacket. Zipping it up, he met up with Tyler at the top of the stairs, handing him the AR.
"You two stay together, okay? I'm sure I don't have to tell you that," Blaine laughed, playfully punching his friend's arm.
"Don't worry about us, man. I know I won't have to worry about you two," Tyler replied, laughing along with him. Blaine threw up a thumb and made a stupid face, making Tyler laugh harder.