a place for buds

[megatheorem]

Who: Pal and pals
What: Feb catchall, maybe even March
When: febmarch
Where: around
Content warnings: for now just fullbody frozen style, from the TDM

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[megatheorem]

God, no, don't call him yet. I want him to think I'm competent.

[Ha ha, as if this is his own fault and not the Trench's, but still. He can embarrass himself in front of Jason another day, ideally... His miracle texting goes silent after that, while he focuses extremely intently on being Social and Connected and Not Miserably Alone, because all of those things are true! He shouldn't be penalized this severely for one woman (although later he will admit that of course the depths of Camilla's absence warrant this much upset, never mind that now).

He is silent. Literally, a statue.

And then one of his arms seems quite literally to crack at the shoulder, swinging at his side with wild abandon like a mannequin who has had enough.]

Is it moving? I can't tell. If it doesn't stop, grab it for me.

[It will stop eventually, through inertia, so that's fun. But that's all it seems he can force through pure aggressive thought, so alright, it's time to unpack.]

Well, as you know: it's been a year. Since Camilla.

[mehanizovati]

I very much doubt he'll see this as a failing of yours. [very dry, but sure, no moving service just yet.

the silence is a bit concerning, more so because doing so as a statue really gives the impression there's an inanimate object in front of him and not his husband. of course that concern is cut off when pal is suddenly moving, flailing almost.]

It is, in fact you might nearly elbow me again. [said with a happiness most wouldn't pair with that statement. but this is good, this promises there's a solution and not the trench making them wait some nonsense out like it sometimes does.

the movement is a little unsettling regardless, and his fingers go over his shoulder as if expecting to find fractures or cracks.]

Yes. I assume you've never been more than a few days without her before any of this.