[ It's late morning when Hawke manages to roll over and fumble for his phone. The trudge back home after being released was a miserable blur. He has no recollection of how he managed to get there or if he'd said anything to Festival. Or if Festival was even home. He should check, but he can quite manage to make himself get moving just yet.
At least he'd apparently been cognizant enough to shower when he got home. His bed isn't covered in blood, so he must have done.
He scans the network, finding it unsurprisingly quiet. Like after the Pit, they're all going to need to recover. To that end, he needs to check on his people. ]
❤️𓄿
[ He can't find words just yet, but he hopes that makes Chris smile just a little, at least. ]
April 2nd
At least he'd apparently been cognizant enough to shower when he got home. His bed isn't covered in blood, so he must have done.
He scans the network, finding it unsurprisingly quiet. Like after the Pit, they're all going to need to recover. To that end, he needs to check on his people. ]
❤️𓄿
[ He can't find words just yet, but he hopes that makes Chris smile just a little, at least. ]