[ Thank you there will be none. Anwyay imagine his pain came back right now and he just passed out. It'd be funny, but no he doesn't. He only accepts back the crutch in his hands, still looking at it like he's just stumbled out of a reverie, like he's been doused in gasoline. ]
[ I should've given you my Journalist mem while memshare week was still there... it would've been really good right around now lol touches the ground. He's just quiet for a moment, considering. ]
I hope you get a positive answer.
[ Meanwhile if you avoid being dead by the end of this week I will be AMAZED. I'll welcome it but I will be amazed. ]
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Thanks.
We're alright?
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Thankfully Daan doesn't hit a 11 on the pain scale out of nowhere. Camille can (not) sleep slightly easier tonight.]
We're all right. [She nods in the affirmative, brushing his shoulders again. Stifling the thick lumps stacking in her throat. A semblance of calm.]
We'll be all right.
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[ Returning to his usual sort of dullness, albeit sprinkled with a distinct discomfort and awkwardness for whatever that just happened. ]
You're in a precarious situation... not that I need to tell you that.
...
So, be careful.
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[There's the distant stare that she knows and loves. Camille smiles grimly.]
I'll keep my head down. I messaged the overseers, see if we can't figure out a solution. Something.
It'll be okay.
[Does either one of them believe it?]
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I hope you get a positive answer.
[ Meanwhile if you avoid being dead by the end of this week I will be AMAZED. I'll welcome it but I will be amazed. ]
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Thanks...
[Maybe it's best to leave that all as is for now. There's nowhere good to go from here.]
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