[So he's set up a vague meeting with Brian. They're both heading for "the tunnels" so he can hand off his stuff. He knows Brian is going to meet with Beckett and Beckett is with Rhys.

Only the next night does he realize he's forgotten the most important step of all, as the panic of nearly dying from drifting focus settles down. At least he has the presence of mind to use text, instead of video or audio. He's at the point where he can type more or less normally again, no matter how awful he feels.]

Hello, Rhys. I suspect I'm still the last person you want to hear from, and I'm sorry for this. But I'm afraid we may end up in the same place soon. When I died that night in my failed attempt to protect Beckett, I left my things with Brian. He still has them, and says he is going to meet you - or, rather, to meet Beckett. This means we may cross paths, as he doesn't know exactly where he's going or when he'll arrive.

I do admit no small part of me wants badly to rejoin our mutual friend, as well. But I won't stay if it will hurt you. If you'd like, I can only reclaim my belongings and leave as soon as it is safe.

I didn't want to arrive unannounced, after what happened. The last thing I want to do is cause you more pain.

I did find some things earlier to give to you, as a gesture of

[He's mastered the art of using a line break to indicate a confused pause.]

I'm not sure, really, whether it's apology, or goodwill, or both. But they are yours to do with as you wish, whether I am there to gift them in person or I send them along with Brian.

Safe travels, Rhys, and tell Beckett I wish him the same.