[Atta girl. He might've started taking it kind of personally if she tried giving him the runaround for too long. On the bright side, cutting out the crap does manage to go both ways, because it's a little harder to be vague and dodgy himself when he isn't smokescreened behind text. (He sounds tired, mostly. Rougher around the edges.)
He waits her out and then some, keeping quiet for a while even after she's done confirming his suspicions, rapping his knuckles restlessly against his knee the whole time. It doesn't come as a shock so much as settles in to cement itself as known, burns low and poisonous against his nerves.]
How bad?
[Clipped, a little tense. First things first. He'd probably know firsthand if he hadn't been such a stranger over the last few days—but she's not the only one who's been pinning down symptoms and coming to grips with how to handle them. Still, to say he doesn't want to hear from her would be lying.]
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He waits her out and then some, keeping quiet for a while even after she's done confirming his suspicions, rapping his knuckles restlessly against his knee the whole time. It doesn't come as a shock so much as settles in to cement itself as known, burns low and poisonous against his nerves.]
How bad?
[Clipped, a little tense. First things first. He'd probably know firsthand if he hadn't been such a stranger over the last few days—but she's not the only one who's been pinning down symptoms and coming to grips with how to handle them. Still, to say he doesn't want to hear from her would be lying.]