[Shaun hesitates before answering, squinting, scrutinizing Jack's features. Not for things like honesty or falsehood, but for pallor, and pain, and blood. His heart is pounding in his chest as he looks, leaning in close to the screen, praying that he's wrong.
The relief on his face as he settles back is as obvious as if it was written in sharpie across his forehead.]
I-I was just worried... You said you would be gone for a while... And you were running out of time.
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The relief on his face as he settles back is as obvious as if it was written in sharpie across his forehead.]
I-I was just worried... You said you would be gone for a while... And you were running out of time.