The Irish lad stumbled slightly as Fletcher dragged him off of the couch and into his room, shuffling around in a big duffle bag for…something. He just stood there patiently and figured that whatever the brunette wanted to show him was important, the boy assuming that it related to his friend’s family, though he didn’t exactly understand the sense of urgency that Fletcher emitted. The pair of them sat on the bed and it creaked slightly under their weight, the taller of the two finally finding what he was looking for.
The hologram projected an image of two children who looked awfully like Fletcher, the three having quite similar characteristics. He listened with utmost fascination as the boy went on about the most trivial facts about his family members, and you could just see how much emotion and love he felt for them. Part of him wondered where they were today, if they had escaped the Infection, but the better half of him, the most sensible part of him kept quiet. “They look just like you,” he said softly, smiling tentatively at the Brit. “What was your favourite memory with them?” he prompted, for he could see that Fletcher was slowing down, on the brink of collapse.
"We were on holiday in America over the summer, and it was their independence day. Ash was so excited that it was her birthday, and demanded we celebrate. So, we went out and bought a ton of face paint, and drew flags and stars all over everyone. And then we watched the fireworks on a boat that night. It was fun." Fletcher swayed a bit and sat down on the bed.
"What’s your family like?" Anything to keep away the memories.