TLV Inbox

[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

Now Moved To: Inbox: Act II - please tag in there!

Comments

[greatoldjohn]

...he will note it does not unstick from his hand when he lifts it from the bed.

[Are you sure you're all right, Arthur?]

[lestercraft]

Arthur's expression is undisguised surprise at the mask sticking to his hand.

"I-- John, really?"

His voice is exasperated, trying to offset the fact that he is very much not okay. But that doesn't matter, because he's not going to show it in front of Pagan or Misty, and he's barely in a position where he even wants to show it in front of John. He just needs a minute to put himself together, and he'll be back to normal.

He waggles his hand, like he expects it to get John off. "I'm alright, honestly. You look ridiculous," he adds, with the faint quirk of a smile.

[greatoldjohn]

Yeah, no dice Arthur. At least until the smile. Then?

[Friends, Arthur... remember?]

But he'll detach before the next waggle, if only to spare both their dignity.

"Make sure your communicator is in your pocket before you head out. Ring me if you need anything."

[citizendetective]

It's only when their attentions are both turned to other things - Arthur on Nathaniel, and John on talking to the infirmary staff - that Misty finally lets herself crumple a little, shifting around to press her face against Pagan's side.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan slides his hand from her shoulder to around her back, holding her close. As he would with his own child, when she was young, he gently pats her back.

He'll stay as long as she wants him to, after all.