[12 - text] Absence

[needsnobottle]

[The handwriting that shows up is sketchy, spaced oddly, and the letters ar all uneven in shape and size.]

what have you done deior what have you done give it back

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[needsnobottle]

[Tammy stares at the hand for a moment before seeming to be able to make the link. Or at least understand. She grasps his hand and gets herself to her feet, shifting over to sit on the edge of her bed.]

Thank you.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*He would have just taken her hand and pulled her up if she waited much longer, but this is probably better. Less likely she'll freak out, anyway.
Sollux nods and sits down beside her.*

I don't really know how to deal with this. But...we'll get you through it. Somehow.

*But you can be sure he'll be asking a fuck ton of questions once she's better and recovered.*

[needsnobottle]

[She shakes her head and rubs at her temples, as if she can drive her thoughts with the force of her hands, but it doesn't do any good. For a moment frustration twists her mouth before she sighs, forcing out each word with slow and halting pain.]

I hate this feeling.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

I...

*He has no idea. Nothing must compare to that.*

...guess you would.