(I assume they're out of the bathroom now.)
Twoey used the opportunity to actually go in, close the door, and use the bathroom. After a moment, he left, drying his hands.
Runaway had stopped crying and he wiped his eyes, sniffling. It was such a relief to let it all out, and he felt better, but was still bothered by the Zoroark's memories.
Trak hugged him, dried his eyes, then held the tissue to his nose. "Blow." Runaway blew his nose. "I know this isn't going to go away for a while, but try not to dwell on it as much. It's okay to be happy, and we all need the distraction, okay?"
Runaway nodded slowly. "Oui."
"Let's go get some ice cream, would that help?"
Runaway nodded again. "Oui. Zoroark peut venir?" Yes. Can Zoroark come?
"Of course he can," Trak smiled. Ice cream won't actually solve the problem, but they should eat some anyway.