[He's alive. Strange how two words can be so portentous. Not so strange, though, is that Diarmuid reacts immediately, answering in a heated, clipped tone that Flat will have never heard before.]
[ flat stops for a moment. his voice is hoarse, like he hasn’t used it in a bit. makes sense, considering that he was unconscious for a day and a half from sheer exhaustion.
he reconsiders his words. this is not cu’s fault in the least—it’s his own, and only his own. ]
I got into trouble. He saved me. [ another pause, and he adds: ] I’m sorry.
[There's a pause. No more than ten seconds or so pass without a response but, short as it seems to Diarmuid in his agitated state, it surely feels like longer to Flat. By all rights, he should be annoyed at the both of them and yet...
No, he can't. He just can't be angry, not when, in a stark and peculiar contrast to his usual verve, Flat sounds so defeated; there's no admonishment he could give that could be worse than what he's probably giving himself. It isn't his place anyway. Diarmuid sighs.]
You've no need to apologise to me. I won't pass judgement on something I wasn't there for- you both acted as you had to and you're alive, yes? That's all there is to it.
[The fear's still there, quieter now but simmering under his skin like a fever.]
[ flat sighs heavily as he tries to explain both their states with the little energy that he has. while flat had, at most, a few bruises, his energy reserves were dangerously low.
cu, however... ]
Cu’s very injured...I think. There was a lot of blood when I last saw him. His shoulder, thigh, and head... I bet he’s probably gonna walk out as soon as he wakes up though.
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we're both in the coven.
[ that's all flat says ]
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Tell me what happened, Flat. Now.
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[ flat stops for a moment. his voice is hoarse, like he hasn’t used it in a bit. makes sense, considering that he was unconscious for a day and a half from sheer exhaustion.
he reconsiders his words. this is not cu’s fault in the least—it’s his own, and only his own. ]
I got into trouble. He saved me. [ another pause, and he adds: ] I’m sorry.
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No, he can't. He just can't be angry, not when, in a stark and peculiar contrast to his usual verve, Flat sounds so defeated; there's no admonishment he could give that could be worse than what he's probably giving himself. It isn't his place anyway. Diarmuid sighs.]
You've no need to apologise to me. I won't pass judgement on something I wasn't there for- you both acted as you had to and you're alive, yes? That's all there is to it.
[The fear's still there, quieter now but simmering under his skin like a fever.]
How badly are you injured?
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[ flat sighs heavily as he tries to explain both their states with the little energy that he has. while flat had, at most, a few bruises, his energy reserves were dangerously low.
cu, however... ]
Cu’s very injured...I think. There was a lot of blood when I last saw him. His shoulder, thigh, and head... I bet he’s probably gonna walk out as soon as he wakes up though.
[ he Knows how cu will be ]