[A part of him had expected a quick reply, but not this quick. For a minute, all he can do is stare dumbly at the screen, the words "Incoming Call" pulsing urgently at him.
Is he ready for this? He'd texted for a reason, and he's already emotionally exhausted. Surely she'd understand...
But no. Even as the thought floats into his mind, he knows he can't. Not to someone so important to his nearest and dearest--someone he'd stumbled upon in a moment of frightened weakness. He'd seen her in the mirror room. It's the least he can do to let her see him now.
So he picks up, and he doesn't even get a chance to speak before she's yelling at him-- and honestly, he isn't sure if it's laughter choking up his throat, or tears.]
I know. I'm sorry.
[He didn't mean to make her wait. He hadn't intended to die. But knowing Leon is safe... he wouldn't take it back, either.]
I hate to ask, but could you give me about half an hour? I'm not presentable.
you belong in the demon club
Is he ready for this? He'd texted for a reason, and he's already emotionally exhausted. Surely she'd understand...
But no. Even as the thought floats into his mind, he knows he can't. Not to someone so important to his nearest and dearest--someone he'd stumbled upon in a moment of frightened weakness. He'd seen her in the mirror room. It's the least he can do to let her see him now.
So he picks up, and he doesn't even get a chance to speak before she's yelling at him-- and honestly, he isn't sure if it's laughter choking up his throat, or tears.]
I know. I'm sorry.
[He didn't mean to make her wait. He hadn't intended to die. But knowing Leon is safe... he wouldn't take it back, either.]
I hate to ask, but could you give me about half an hour? I'm not presentable.