Sloane sighed heavily; there wasn't much he could do, nor was it his problem. Just having Lester know about Sawyer and understanding was enough. It was entirely unfortunate, to share this kind of pain in life, but at least they weren't totally alone in it either.

"I don't know. I don't even know what I can do anymore." It felt like a whole hell of a lot of drama for a bunch of fourth and fifth years. They were teenagers, weren't they just supposed to enjoy their time at school before real life slapped them in the face?

This was turning out to be a larger existential crisis than she anticipated.

But again, that wasn't Hatch's problem. "This was good though, I needed to get out of my own head." Not that she'd gone far, obviously, but by being able to say some of it aloud, she felt a little better. "Thanks Hatch." She sighed again, this time a little more softly as they approached the lake.