[he's concerned, deeply so, face already streaked with tear tracks-- the way heine had just rushed off without so much as a word leaving him here alone, the lack of response to any messages, it frightens him.
but then there's lily. he doesn't want his fear to spread to her, too]
he's not answering me either but maybe he's just busy
[he knows heine has the phone with him. it had been in his hand when he'd rushed out. he's about to lie, say that heine must have left it somewhere in the house, but then lily's second text comes.
for reasons he can't quite explain, he's filled with a sense of foreboding]
( no, she can't possibly tell him the truth. giovanni would get worried. giovanni would cry. she's bleary-eyed herself, but even she knows it would only get worse if he started crying too. slowly, she types, to give the most calm impression she can ( shaky fingers and misspelled words don't really say "nothing's wrong", do they ) and so her response is perhaps a few minutes late. )
[never mind that he has been that he's close to it even now never mind that lily surely knows-- he doesn't want her to worry, doesn't want her to think him as useless as he knows himself to be]
and i guess that's okay then
[he has his doubts, has his suspicions, but he doesn't want to worry her]
( and that's a lie, but it's true too. it's not so scary that she can feel the voice again ( sometime, she'll realize it's gone semi-permanently ) and at the same time it's so frightening. )
yeah its good
( she doesn't know what else to say.
could you tell me when he gets there doesn't make sense, but she wants to ask anyway. instead, she says: )
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text;
he left very quickly
have you spoken to him?
text;
text;
[he's concerned, deeply so, face already streaked with tear tracks-- the way heine had just rushed off without so much as a word leaving him here alone, the lack of response to any messages, it frightens him.
but then there's lily. he doesn't want his fear to spread to her, too]
he's not answering me either
but maybe he's just busy
text;
text;
text;
[he knows heine has the phone with him. it had been in his hand when he'd rushed out. he's about to lie, say that heine must have left it somewhere in the house, but then lily's second text comes.
for reasons he can't quite explain, he's filled with a sense of foreboding]
what did he say?
text;
text;
nothing else?
text;
( no, she can't possibly tell him the truth. giovanni would get worried. giovanni would cry. she's bleary-eyed herself, but even she knows it would only get worse if he started crying too. slowly, she types, to give the most calm impression she can ( shaky fingers and misspelled words don't really say "nothing's wrong", do they ) and so her response is perhaps a few minutes late. )
he said dont cry hell be there soon enough
text;
[never mind that he has been that he's close to it even now never mind that lily surely knows-- he doesn't want her to worry, doesn't want her to think him as useless as he knows himself to be]
and i guess that's okay then
[he has his doubts, has his suspicions, but he doesn't want to worry her]
text;
( and that's a lie, but it's true too. it's not so scary that she can feel the voice again ( sometime, she'll realize it's gone semi-permanently ) and at the same time it's so frightening. )
yeah its good
( she doesn't know what else to say.
could you tell me when he gets there doesn't make sense, but she wants to ask anyway. instead, she says: )
im going to go eat now
text;
oh okay
i'll talk to you later lily
[this isn't right, this isn't enough, but he doesn't know what else to say either]