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[brotimaeus]

you reached him.
drop your deets and leave a message.

((this is for all games, please note in the subject line which one you come from))

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[dead_black_eyes]

[It's almost physically painful to watch that phone get tucked out of sight; it represents Mack not being able to call him, for a little while, at least. And of course it means he can't call Mack, which is something he's been grappling with for the last few hours. Only knowing he's come this far, and not wanting his efforts to go to waste, have stopped him.

There's a long, uncertain pause when Richard asks if it's all, and then, for added torment, if he was sure. At present, L isn't sure about anything, and the delay probably makes it amply clear.]

Richard, I...

[He bites his tongue, torn.]

...Yeah, I'll be fine...

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[brotimaeus]

[It does. It makes it so clear and Richard is not so inexperienced that he can accept that what he's seeing is the result of a simple viral infection. He knows better, he's seen that look staring him in the face from his own reflection. Who better knows how to spot the hallmarks of addiction than an addict? He already knows how similar they are in that respect.]

... A'right.

[Does he believe it? Not really.]

But if you need anythin' from me, you give me a call.

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[dead_black_eyes]

[With what? he doesn't say. I just gave you my phone, and the hotel's phone is in pieces in the bathtub.

It means true solitude and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

Not trusting himself to speak, he gives a brisk nod, pressing the door closed.]