The two of them struggle to manage the body between them. It was a lot easier with three.
Vrissy watches them from the passenger seat until it slides from their grip with 10 feet left to the fabled back door.
The back parking lot is empty, for now, but she knows it won’t stay that way. This is not going to end well, she can feel it. She can't tell if Tavros left because he was weak enough to be swayed by Vriska, or if it's because he's getting ballsy enough to enjoy telling Vrissy no. It pisses her off either way, and she can't lose that. Can’t lose him. And Vriska… her being around is something so new she doesn't know what to think about it yet, but if they die, she won't get a chance to figure it out. She sighs, pockets the keys, and opens the door.