[Savrou] IC Inobx

[dum_spiro]

For all your MID calling needs! (Pay no mind to the text on the GIF...)

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text; sometime in the second week or so probably

[worn_wings]

wanna go be tourists?

[dum_spiro]

You mean put on stupid shirts and take blurry pictures?

[worn_wings]

dunno. i guess. they got a place through that machine you can go see whales

[ Space whales, sure. Daryl's never seen a regular whale, it might be interesting. ]

[dum_spiro]

[She feels a little bad that he seems embarrassed by her joke, and tries to remember that traveling isn't something he did much before they got whipped out of their own dimension (as fa as she knows). Only thing to be done is be sincere that it's a nice idea, taking advantage of the Ingress.]

I like your kind of tourism better than the old kind.

On a boat, or do space whales live in trees or something?

[worn_wings]

[ He never thought anywhere was worth going, never had the means to get there. ]

think we have to go there and find out

[dum_spiro]

Hell of a date. I'm in.

Think I'll get lucky after? ;)

[worn_wings]

we gotta wait til then?

[dum_spiro]

We're not gonna get to see any whales with you talking like that...

[worn_wings]

the whales live there they ain't in a hurry

[dum_spiro]

Are we making plans to go sailing or to go to bed? Just so I know what to wear.

[worn_wings]

only 1 of those needs a lot of planning

[dum_spiro]

Don't be silly, you have at least 3 shirts for me choose from.

1/2

[worn_wings]

stop

[ He doesn't mean that, though. It's just part of the old game ]

text

[worn_wings]

[ Sometime after this bit ]

gonna be late

don't have to wait up, don't worry

[dum_spiro]

OK.

That mean I shouldn't ask?

[worn_wings]

rain into a friend, needs someone to buy him a drink

[dum_spiro]

[It's a long moment before she answers. Long enough to probably be more telling than she'd like; it's not as though she wants to get sick at the thought of him drinking, at least not all the way, but old habits and all.]

Hope it helps.

[worn_wings]

won't. might distract him a while

i'll get him back safe then come home

[ which, he hopes, is some tacit reassurance that he's not planning to get drunk himself. He forgets sometimes that she worries, but then, he has the advantage of knowing his own plans and his own reliability. ]

[dum_spiro]

[It's nothing he can help, her fretting. It's muscle memory to tense up when she hears about someone drinking, is all, even knowing that Daryl is as far from Ed as two men can be.]

Sounds pretty bad.

[worn_wings]

[ It takes him a couple of tries to figure out whether he should send this. It doesn't seem like his place to explain, but it's also Carol; he doesn't like to keep things from her, and certainly he doesn't like to let her worry. ]

he lost someone

[dum_spiro]

Shit.

[What does it say that they had the exact same first reaction? Probably nothing awesome about Carol's emotional growth across time. Probably also doesn't say much that her second thought is wanting to know how it happened in case there's a new danger she should be planning for. At least she doesn't actually ask.]

Sorry to hear it.

[worn_wings]

yeah

[ Hasn't got much more to say. He's just hoping that'll settle things, reassure her that his heart's in the right place even if this is a shit way of dealing with things. ]

[dum_spiro]

Let me know if you need anything. I'll be up. [She can't be talked out of waiting up, no matter what he says, no matter how late he's out. Loss is hard on them, even when it's secondhand, and she'll be damned to leave him with that even if they don't talk about it.]

[worn_wings]

[ He leaves it there, since there's nothing more to say-- and, well, it's questionable how supportive he is but someone texting is a lot less supportive-- and it's late, though maybe not so late as he'd feared, when he does come in.

Quietly, because he's hoping she'll be asleep, even if he thinks she's probably not. ]

switching to prose for sanity

[dum_spiro]

Late it may be, but she's as good as her word, sitting in their mostly dark room with one ear bud in and going over a list of their inventory. She has a glass of water waiting on the bedside table for him, and as soon as he comes in she clicks off her iPod and puts it aside along with her notepad, then reclines on the bed in a way that invites him to snuggle close if he wants, but certainly makes no demand.

She doesn't speak just yet, because sometimes there's nothing to say and maybe this is one of tbose times. If he wants to talk, she'll listen; if not, she gets it.