[ wow does he not want to look at his tablet, which is a thing that only really starts to register near the foot of the bed when hears that ping. he wants to keep his head under the blankets, he wants to keep his hands pressed over his hears, he doesn’t want to hear it and remember that there’s a world out there filled with hundreds of thousands of people who are dead now. people he’d known and people he hadn’t known. people he’d failed completely. in every way possible.
but he’s been trained too well to ignore it forever. finally he rolls over and nudges it with his foot, enough that it tilts up and he can see that it’s Jaime calling.
his mind is already made him for him by the time he reaches for it and clicks it on. ]
…Hey. I, um.
[ his voice is watery once he’s tried it out, and he know how that has to sound. he forces out a breath, then holds in a sniffle and tries again. ]
voice
but he’s been trained too well to ignore it forever. finally he rolls over and nudges it with his foot, enough that it tilts up and he can see that it’s Jaime calling.
his mind is already made him for him by the time he reaches for it and clicks it on. ]
…Hey. I, um.
[ his voice is watery once he’s tried it out, and he know how that has to sound. he forces out a breath, then holds in a sniffle and tries again. ]
-Hey.