[ He's half-asleep, eyelids fallen closed, when the ghost of a voice filters back, unbidden and unexpected. Truthfully, it's more feelings than voice, but familiar in a way he immediately understands. For a moment he thinks he is asleep, because that's surely the only reason he could be hearing that particular man's voice in his mind, when they're no doubt on two separate ends of the continent. But there's a raw emotion that scrapes up against the edges of his mind, a wavering suspicion that he can't identify as his own.
Godsdammit.
Rolling over, he opens his eyes, staring listlessly at the far wall of his (unnecessarily large, overly gaudy, misery-inducing) bedroom, one hand pressed against the right side of his face, deliberating on whether he ought to shut things down now or acknowledge the reply to a message he'd only partially meant to send.
One minute passes, then two. Finally, he grimaces, exhaling sharply before he sits up and fully dislodges his shard. ]
Nothing. Go to sleep.
[ It's a late enough hour that people should be sleeping, right? ]
can't wait for this to crash and burn in two tags
Godsdammit.
Rolling over, he opens his eyes, staring listlessly at the far wall of his (unnecessarily large, overly gaudy, misery-inducing) bedroom, one hand pressed against the right side of his face, deliberating on whether he ought to shut things down now or acknowledge the reply to a message he'd only partially meant to send.
One minute passes, then two. Finally, he grimaces, exhaling sharply before he sits up and fully dislodges his shard. ]
Nothing. Go to sleep.
[ It's a late enough hour that people should be sleeping, right? ]