Rachel isn't the only one running. Kevin, having ruined Laurie's arm, having killed his father, having lost his temper and almost touched Megan... Kevin Ford is also on the run. He stands in the soup line, keeping his mouth shut. His lank hair falls in his face, and he silently accepts the sandwich and cup of soup that he's given, going and sitting away from the others gathered around the van that is offering food.

He puts the sandwich to the side. They're a pain in the ass to eat, when his lips touch them and they dissolve a little. He's really tired of eating ashes.

But he spies the girl smoking the cigarette, and walks over, offering her the sandwich. "Ya gotta eat." He says. "Smokin' ain't a substitute for food." They've been running together for a few months now, respectful of the silence and the quirks. Hell, he doesn't even mind her smoking, though he still gives her shit about it. She doesn't know what he can do, and he doesn't know her deal. It doesn't matter. They're pals, soul-mates, thanks to some weird quirk of fucking fate. But he ain't interested in anything more than friends, and neither is she. It makes his stomach twist, when thinking about that makes him think of Laurie, but he swallows it down with a sip of soup.

"Come on. We're drawin' attention." He can feel the looks they're getting from the do-gooders. Last thing he needs is someone to tell them they can "help". Last help he'd got? Well, they'd run him out. They are the reason he's on the street, instead of jail. Which, thanks?

"A couple more good pockets, and we'll have enough for a couple of bus tickets. Which way you wanna go?"