[Jem wakes up two hours later, her heart pounding and her hair soaked in sweat. She does her usual ritual; first, to the bathroom. This time she climbs into the shower and stands under the hot spray for forty minutes until the sticky feel of sweat is gone. After that she slogs back into her room and collapses back onto her bed.
It takes her almost ten minutes to reach for her phone. When she does, it's with a vague confusion and then an intense panic. She callls back in a heartbeat.
[ the electricity is still out, which means bellamy can't quite google this. he'd been in the middle of reading some useless blog posts about bands of the 1990s. none of them were familiar to him, and their band names were strange. of course, when he wanted to click a link, the internet had shat itself. ]
[Kieren had asked him to apologize, though, so he would try to. It takes time, honestly, to get into the necessary mindset to do this. He isn't even sure if he is sorry. Well, yes, sorry perhaps for saying it the way he did, but for thinking it? That's different, and he isn't sure he is. No, he knows he isn't. But... Kieren. He'd do anything for Kieren, doesn't think Kieren would ever ask him for anything unreasonable or unfair. So all he can do is try. Maybe he should've reiterated that to Kieren, but he didn't want to emphasize it too much. If this doesn't work, if she turns out to be what he expects or what he thinks, then he may have to just tell Kieren some things--about the treatment centre, about his mother, about what the ULA did for him--so maybe Kieren at least could understand.
Even if they couldn't make it work. God, he hates the thought of that.
He breaths out unnecessarily, closing his eyes, and starts talking when he hits voicemail, his voice quiet.] Hey. I'm sorry. For what I said to you... Kieren told me about your ptsd, he said you'd been through a lot, and I only made it worse by dragging all that out again.
[He wonders if he should say more, but he isn't sure if it'd be right to, it'd be all too easy for this to become hostile. He hopes she calls back instead of texting, it'll be easier him to get a better measure of her.]
[He doesn't mean it. That's her first thought after she listens to the message for the first time. She doesn't expect him to mean it; she hadn't expected this at all, really. Kieren must have insisted which is - well, that is to be expected. She'd do the same thing. But he doesn't mean it, which would be hilarious if Jem weren't already feeling like shit over this whole thing.
She could say sorry too, but what she'd really be sorry for is that Kieren got dragged in the middle and had been upset. They at least have that in common. But, she sucks it up. So: ring, ring. ]
jem can i ask you something its not as personal and inappropriate as asking about night terrors its a girl sort of thing ive had input from blokes but i need a girls opinion
and youre sort of the only girlfriend i have here i dont make friends with girls very well it is quite personal actually just tell me to sod off if you havent the time or dont care
[ there really used to be a dangerous aspect of boredom, on the ground. the wrong decision born of idleness could get you killed, wandering off could get you speared. there’s nothing particularly dangerous about boredom here, well not in the physical sense. he privately thinks he might just up and die from it, that his synapses might just fail, and he’ll go catatonic.
so really, he has only a couple options, because he’s only talked to a couple people. and most of them annoy him enough that they push him back into the to hell with everyone mindset.
jem doesn’t though. mostly he finds her confusing.
besides, he has a frown debt to collect on. ]
you know there’s some weird shit on netflix. probably why you watch it.
[ because she’s weird, you get it? sick burn from murphy SLAM DUNK. ]
were you one of those toddlers. you know the ones they shove in dresses, and put on stage.
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