[ and maybe that's too earnest of a response — but he can't answer any differently, not when the last thing he wants in the world is to keep junpei waiting at all. though the idea that he is waiting for him specifically, actually, that's... well. that's something that makes him feel the kind of way he might if he still was capable of feeling his whole face flush red, all the while making his heart feel stupidly light.
but then the others are signaling that it's time to go, and he needs to cut this short. ]
i gotta go now, but i'll see you soon. give gab a hug for me.
[ and then he pockets his tablet... and is promptly unable to check it for the next day or so, what with everything in ketsora going to hell in a handbasket real fast, an iron-tipped arrow burrowed into his side until jinx saves him for the second time — and the beach isn't much better, with a dead girl on the ground and scott on actual fire and then his time going to tinkering with the terminal —
well. all this to say, he doesn't take much time to actually rest, nor recover, and by the time the terminal is back-upped and the reset performed, his side is aching very badly; not that that's enough to deter him from setting up the mirror, saying bye to the others and then quite simply stepping through it and emerging from the mirror in junpei's house.
and he intends to say something, to announce that he's back — but the relief of it all being over crashes over him instantly, and though his all-black clothes hide the wound and the blood on his side well enough, he's not taken a moment of rest since being hurt badly enough to incapacitate him completely... so it's perhaps no wonder all he manages is to stagger forward a few steps, dropping his backpack onto the floor with a clattering sound.
he did make it back, though, right? he kept his promise. that's what matters. ]
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[ and maybe that's too earnest of a response — but he can't answer any differently, not when the last thing he wants in the world is to keep junpei waiting at all. though the idea that he is waiting for him specifically, actually, that's... well. that's something that makes him feel the kind of way he might if he still was capable of feeling his whole face flush red, all the while making his heart feel stupidly light.
but then the others are signaling that it's time to go, and he needs to cut this short. ]
i gotta go now, but i'll see you soon. give gab a hug for me.
[ and then he pockets his tablet... and is promptly unable to check it for the next day or so, what with everything in ketsora going to hell in a handbasket real fast, an iron-tipped arrow burrowed into his side until jinx saves him for the second time — and the beach isn't much better, with a dead girl on the ground and scott on actual fire and then his time going to tinkering with the terminal —
well. all this to say, he doesn't take much time to actually rest, nor recover, and by the time the terminal is back-upped and the reset performed, his side is aching very badly; not that that's enough to deter him from setting up the mirror, saying bye to the others and then quite simply stepping through it and emerging from the mirror in junpei's house.
and he intends to say something, to announce that he's back — but the relief of it all being over crashes over him instantly, and though his all-black clothes hide the wound and the blood on his side well enough, he's not taken a moment of rest since being hurt badly enough to incapacitate him completely... so it's perhaps no wonder all he manages is to stagger forward a few steps, dropping his backpack onto the floor with a clattering sound.
he did make it back, though, right? he kept his promise. that's what matters. ]