"Oh fuck it." Squid said quickly, throwing his arms around Zig-Zag and burying his face in his friend's collar for just that one second. He didn't care what ANYONE thought. And besides, it was something he had wanted to do forever.
He breathed in deep, trying to remember everything in the short time he had. Then he let go, and turned away real quick, letting his fingers brush along the railing of the mess hall one last time. There was a small, faint smile that crept onto Squid's face, making him sigh and stare back at D-Tent, where six other boys stood, all looking miserable. The most heartbreaking, a stony sort of glare from Zig, which he always 'put on' when he was upset. It was a defense mechanism.
Who was gonna watch TV with him anymore?