[He sees ‘That’s not how this works’ and in one, brief, searing, flash of emotion, anger tears through him.
He types out “Tell me how this fucking works, then, since you have all the answers” but he doesn’t press send.
He grits his teeth and lets the flash fire calm before deleting the words. He doesn’t have time to consider new ones before the vague sound of footfalls in the cold silence and distant knocking bring him up short. Was that the front door?
His phone pings and he sighs, the tiredness falling heavy around his shoulders once more.]
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He types out “Tell me how this fucking works, then, since you have all the answers” but he doesn’t press send.
He grits his teeth and lets the flash fire calm before deleting the words. He doesn’t have time to consider new ones before the vague sound of footfalls in the cold silence and distant knocking bring him up short. Was that the front door?
His phone pings and he sighs, the tiredness falling heavy around his shoulders once more.]
I’m on the back porch