[IT's one of the few remaining lights to see by, here in the darkness. David wants to go outside, wants to breathe in the evening air, wants to fight the panic and pain. Instead he types back with shaking hands.
He hasn't had to type out a text while in the presence of someone who knew about his powers since... well, in months. A lot of them. A year now?]
Do that. Stay safe. I'll bring you food and water.
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He hasn't had to type out a text while in the presence of someone who knew about his powers since... well, in months. A lot of them. A year now?]
Do that. Stay safe. I'll bring you food and water.
Not great.