comfort crowd

“Um, Lexi?” Bobbi has appeared, is whispering into her headset that she’s found her, is clutching her clipboard between both hands. Her emerald eyeliner is sparkling. “There’s somebody here to see you.” Lexi wipes at her eyes, a futile attempt to make it look like she hasn’t been hiding out in tears when she’s wearing an absurd amount of eye makeup that has definitely smeared across her cheeks.“Who?” She asks, because she really cannot think of a single person who would be brave enough to come back here. Her mom, she’s pretty sure, is backstage somewhere singing Ethan’s praises (which, honestly, is well deserved even if somewhat untimely).“I’ll send him in.” Then Bobbi is gone and Fezco is there.