His fingers flex and settle, a helpless gesture like a shrug as his breath puffs out of his chest.
"I'm just-- thinking about you, Archie."
That's a start, at any rate. That's worth trying while the cell stays dark enough to feel half-safe.
"About... about you, here and-- now, but... but also about you-- leaning on the rail of the Indy. The way you-- smile down at your Shakespeare and-- and laugh when Oldroyd remembers some-- scrap of it wrong."
...lmk if this needs changing; i can't remember if this was a thread or a dream I had :|a
"I'm just-- thinking about you, Archie."
That's a start, at any rate. That's worth trying while the cell stays dark enough to feel half-safe.
"About... about you, here and-- now, but... but also about you-- leaning on the rail of the Indy. The way you-- smile down at your Shakespeare and-- and laugh when Oldroyd remembers some-- scrap of it wrong."