"We'll be okay," he echoes, helping to adjust the pillows at her back when she shifts. The relief on her face as the potion takes hold is temporary, he knows, but still a relief to see. Quickly, he types out another text to Pal--Pick up, it's important--before opening up his contacts and tapping the entry with Pal's name.
It connects, beginning to ring, and Darlington holds his breath and hopes.
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Date: 2021-11-17 10:08 pm (UTC)It connects, beginning to ring, and Darlington holds his breath and hopes.