[Week 2] Late late late evening 321

[breakaleginhalf]

[The voice that chimes in on the network is tired, and aching, and a whole host of other things Gil is very obviously holding back only tenuously.]

Someone needs... can someone go check on Matthew. Please. Liminal Space. He's...

[A long silence.]

...I dunno if he's-- he's not cavosophia. He's not. [It almost sounds more like he's reassuring himself.] But I-- ...Ghalib hurt him.

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[breakaleginhalf]

You think I don't know all that? I just came out of back-seat riding a guy who wanted to rule this fucking place, I know what shit-ass problems they have to deal with.

[It's the low, sullen anger of exhaustion that burns in his words there; but after a long pause, his mood dulls back to just. Tired. More so, now.]

Look. I'm. Not okay, so I'm not really in the mood for your hopeful outlook, alright? Sorry.

[lightnovelexperiences]

No. I’m sorry, I -

You have enough to deal with. I’m sorry.

[breakaleginhalf]

...hell of a fucking first jaunt for you.

[lightnovelexperiences]

[But she's not responding; she cut the connection.

Is it apparent that she thinks she mortally offended Gil, and that her brainweasels convinced her to cut her losses?]

[breakaleginhalf]

[Well.

Shit.

He'll have to find her and apologise later.]