[ He's silent, though there's no mistaking him dropping the line with how his emotions stir over the line. It's a discomfort turning from frustration into a more unsettled apprehension.
[ It doesn't matter what he thinks he can handle, but has to. The connection lingers a few seconds more, the nerves of the amulet call hushed for a while before it's brought to an end, less abruptly than it has before. ]
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blitzcheer) wrote2019-10-26 12:26 am
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Then, tensely: ]
...Are you going to tell me?
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Yeah.
... It's going to be rough. Think you can handle it?
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I'll be there.
[ It doesn't matter what he thinks he can handle, but has to. The connection lingers a few seconds more, the nerves of the amulet call hushed for a while before it's brought to an end, less abruptly than it has before. ]