Mm. I feel ya.

Tired too, huh –– ?

... Uh-huh.

I don't really got any, sorry.

Why –– why would someone want to do that?

|| gonna try and be here more.

... Aw, geez.

I'm sorry, April. Really.

... Of course not! ––

( Looks at the smudged writing on his hand. )

A ... Apollo (?)

Nothing, nothing.

:/

Well, yeah.

... Annie.

ALT:

“Whatever comes my way, whatever battle I have raging inside me, there is always a choice. It's the choices that make me who I am. I can always choose to do what's right. Whatever life holds in store, I can never look the other way. Not again.”

♡ + ↻

What's new, pussycat?

Glowering, an aggravated groan leaves his brims.

Goddammit.

His phone vibrates, he stares — a groan.

📲 yeah

📲 you. back home.

His gaze hardens –– he squints.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 is she up to?

Hrm.

Watching her from afar, in civilian clothes.

Letting you run free without consequence — ?

Fat chance.

You? Nah, not this time.

Just ... uh, tired. Barely slept a wink last night.

Mhm.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.
𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧.

Just the whole ... uh, dead girlfriend thing.