[ Sal reads the message and realizes she's been holding all of the tension in her shoulders, waiting, worrying, readying herself for the dread and possibility of being forgotten. She sits back in her chair and releases a tense breath. ]
I could use a drink.
[ There's not enough ways in which she can convey her relief. So she maneuvers around platitudes that make them both squirm, hoping to bridge the gap in a way they both are used to. Shit, she just needs to see him for herself and make sure that things are still okay. A few weeks away, but the world hasn't shifted too far underneath their feet. ]
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Date: 2020-09-14 01:30 am (UTC)I could use a drink.
[ There's not enough ways in which she can convey her relief. So she maneuvers around platitudes that make them both squirm, hoping to bridge the gap in a way they both are used to. Shit, she just needs to see him for herself and make sure that things are still okay. A few weeks away, but the world hasn't shifted too far underneath their feet. ]