[Ryan rushes to the laptop as soon as he hears that notification, everything else forgotten and pushed aside as he opens up that message... stares at it for a moment-
-and breaks into helpless laughter, dropping his head down onto his folded arms as he shakes with it. It isn't funny, but he can't stop it; he's been wound tight ever since that conversation began yesterday, and it releases some of that tension with every gasping breath.]
F-fuck. Fuck, I'm- I'm not- it isn't...
[Ryan rubs at his face with his sleeve, wiping his watery eyes as he looks up at Oren. He's still trying to get it to stop, and he shoves the laptop in Oren's direction. Reply for him, he means-- he's too shaky to type.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's... he's lost. Doesn't know where he is either. This is just-- such a fucking mess, Oren.
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Date: 2016-02-23 06:14 am (UTC)-and breaks into helpless laughter, dropping his head down onto his folded arms as he shakes with it. It isn't funny, but he can't stop it; he's been wound tight ever since that conversation began yesterday, and it releases some of that tension with every gasping breath.]
F-fuck. Fuck, I'm- I'm not- it isn't...
[Ryan rubs at his face with his sleeve, wiping his watery eyes as he looks up at Oren. He's still trying to get it to stop, and he shoves the laptop in Oren's direction. Reply for him, he means-- he's too shaky to type.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's... he's lost. Doesn't know where he is either. This is just-- such a fucking mess, Oren.
[And it's his own fault.]