[He throws his hands up in frustration and then flops back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He's glad she didn't leave a note. He isn't sure how he would have reacted to seeing one again, not when the memories are still somewhat fresh and the panic of her not being around is still so visceral. But just...leaving? That was worse. He'd come back to both of them sick, but what if he'd just come back to her body lying there and her soul nowhere to be found? How much worse would that have been? His eyes feel hot and he can feel a painful tightness grip his chest as he considers that possibility.]
You could have told me.
[That's all he wanted. Even if it was something she had to do by herself, he wanted to know. He wanted to be able to prepare himself for the worst, to mash the numbers and calculate the odds of them surviving even if they were slim to none. He just didn't want to come back to an empty house again. Not again.
He closes his eyes and sighs.]
And it was probably the toxic as fuck atmosphere out there that seeped into you both. Lungs or no, that shit's magic as hell, I bet. No storm looks the way it does.
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[He throws his hands up in frustration and then flops back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He's glad she didn't leave a note. He isn't sure how he would have reacted to seeing one again, not when the memories are still somewhat fresh and the panic of her not being around is still so visceral. But just...leaving? That was worse. He'd come back to both of them sick, but what if he'd just come back to her body lying there and her soul nowhere to be found? How much worse would that have been? His eyes feel hot and he can feel a painful tightness grip his chest as he considers that possibility.]
You could have told me.
[That's all he wanted. Even if it was something she had to do by herself, he wanted to know. He wanted to be able to prepare himself for the worst, to mash the numbers and calculate the odds of them surviving even if they were slim to none. He just didn't want to come back to an empty house again. Not again.
He closes his eyes and sighs.]
And it was probably the toxic as fuck atmosphere out there that seeped into you both. Lungs or no, that shit's magic as hell, I bet. No storm looks the way it does.