[He left, for a minute or less, barge time, but he was exhausted when he came back, emotionally more than any effort it had taken to pop Pryce's head like a grape. Eiffel hadn't liked it, but he was going, going where Jedao couldn't look after him, so he didn't get a say about what Jedao did instead.
He's come out for duty, to check on Justine and putter about in the Engine Room, caring for the barge and letting her hum, gently, around him. But then he's mostly gone back to his room and curled up in quiet, like he used to do when he was injured, like some other part of him was still rebuilding itself.
He stares at the card for a long time, trying to find words that stick in his throat. And he doesn't write a nice note back, because - it feels like too much, having to put his face on to go deliver it. So the answer is just on the comms, when it comes.]
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He's come out for duty, to check on Justine and putter about in the Engine Room, caring for the barge and letting her hum, gently, around him. But then he's mostly gone back to his room and curled up in quiet, like he used to do when he was injured, like some other part of him was still rebuilding itself.
He stares at the card for a long time, trying to find words that stick in his throat. And he doesn't write a nice note back, because - it feels like too much, having to put his face on to go deliver it. So the answer is just on the comms, when it comes.]
im just really sad
i dont know how to talk about it