Psychedelia
Lonely Stoner
Preston smiled, listening to everything she had said made him think. He was more worried about helping her at the moment and didn't really want to think about the other situation. Preston knew the friendship would be fixed it would simply take some time. "Yeah, sure I can do that." He balanced himself in a half upright position, putting his arm around her again. Preston could feel the skin around the wound tugging itself into place, slowly but surely. He smiled as he maneuvered himself in a way to help her stand. "It's getting there," he said softly to her before pausing, waiting for her help. Preston was simply glad that it was healing and nothing more extensive seemed to be needed. The possibility of he death rang throughout his head when he saw the bullet. Preston glanced at Ivory and Isaac, a smile coming across his face. He was really glad that Isaac was happy and not being harassed by Damon or Cole at the moment. Preston turned his gaze to Ivory, mouthing a thank you as means to not break up the interaction between her and Isaac. He turned his head back to look at Heather, "You ready?"