"I feel terrible." Andrew said. Dawn had a napkin that she had taken from the hot dog section in the gas station and gotten it wet in a fountain, she was using it wipe the blood off of his face. She gave him a weak smile; she knew that he thought he was going to die in the battle, not Anya.
"You don't need to feel that way." Dawn said simply, she was trying to perk up her spirits. She knew what he was going through, losing somebody and thinking its your own fault. She had plenty experience with that.
"But…Anya. She's gone. It's my fault." Andrew said, staring straight ahead of him, into space. He suddenly winced at the pain as Dawn cleaned a cut on his cheek.
"It's not your fault, don't say that. It just…happened." Dawn said. Andrew stopped staring at nothing and looked at Dawn. She continued to clean his face from the angle he was looking.
"Thanks Dawn." Andrew said softly. Dawn smiled at him and gave him a hug. It was the closest they had ever been. Before he was just their annoying hostage, but with everything they had been through, they were friends. It made Andrew feel a lot better.
"Don't worry. It's all over now. When we get to Cleveland, everything will be right again. It's like starting over." She said, half to comfort him and half to comfort herself. They released their hug and Andrew gave a goofy smile.
"Shouldn't I be doing this part? The comforting?" Andrew said and it made Dawn laugh. She continued to clean his face. Eventually everyone boarded the bus again, and they were on their way. To start a new life.