Ponyboy's thumbs looped around the belt loop of his jeans. The gravel underneath him was crunching beneath his shoes, eyes squinted as he was looking towards the now setting sun. It was still pretty bright out, especially for this side of Tulsa. He was walking through, trying to get a shortcut home. Besides, it was a different way home.

His head looked over his shoulder to see one of the trains making its way through. He was walking beside the tracks it was going down. His shoes kick the gravel noisily as his feet continue to drag against the ground. Though his head stayed over his shoulder for a moment before turning to look forward. Despite his eyes being squinted and the fact that he was looking towards the sun, he could see decently enough. This was just enough to see a huddled figure under the bridge.

He could see that they were using their shirt as a makeshift bandage. It was a bit pathetic, but he didn't blame them either. He bit his lower lip, trying to think about what to do. His eyes were on them, brows knitted together. Greasers and Socs were at each other's throats, but he didn't want to leave them here.

"Hey.. You alright?" Ponyboy asked from a distance. He was clearly nervous, yet still willing to help.