[ he knows the feel, cat son. he's been trying to rest since making it back to his apartment, but the cold that's spread from his core to his extremities makes it difficult to find physical comfort. no amount of layers, upped thermostat, mugs of tea, or blanket burritos seem to help.
along with that, he has plenty of concerned messages and missed calls from those who had returned (relatively) safe and sound. the guilt that he has for making them worry continues to mount, but he's trying to shove it down.
the messages from those younger than him are particularly poignant; especially adrien's. he had seen him die once before, and having to process that a second time isn't something that he would wish on anybody, let alone someone he cares about.
thankfully, he sees his next contact with adrien will be a call. he's not sure if the numbness in his fingers would allow for proper texting. ]
You don't need to apologize for that, Adrien. For the most part, I'm fine.
[ there's no use in being untruthful. this isn't their first time at the rodeo. ]
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along with that, he has plenty of concerned messages and missed calls from those who had returned (relatively) safe and sound. the guilt that he has for making them worry continues to mount, but he's trying to shove it down.
the messages from those younger than him are particularly poignant; especially adrien's. he had seen him die once before, and having to process that a second time isn't something that he would wish on anybody, let alone someone he cares about.
thankfully, he sees his next contact with adrien will be a call. he's not sure if the numbness in his fingers would allow for proper texting. ]
You don't need to apologize for that, Adrien. For the most part, I'm fine.
[ there's no use in being untruthful. this isn't their first time at the rodeo. ]
What about you?