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Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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No.

[ It's typed and sent in a second, fingers smashing against the tablet. And after a few seconds pass, after the initial reaction, he feels... the inevitable guilt.

He doesn't want to leave Beckett. He doesn't want to see Enoch in person yet. Something has to give eventually, and prolonging it... ]

Wait, hold up, nevermind, just come at me, bro. If I freak out and puke oh well I get it out of my system faster.



What kind of things did you find.

[warriorscribe]

[And Enoch would never suggest Rhys leave Beckett - if it came down to it, he would be the one to offer to leave, no matter how badly it fueled the fear of loss Clayton's death had planted in him. That he not hurt another was more important, always.

Even so, that flat no makes his heart sink with the twofold pain of seeing Rhys's distress and the denial of meeting even for a moment. He's trying to come up with the best way to say he can't not retrieve his things and it will be at most a night, when Rhys sends another reply.]

If you're sure - again, I will leave if it will help you. Thank you. It's kind of you to try.

[...In case that "no" had been a reaction to his name and not the message. He wouldn't blame him for not wanting to read, lest he start hearing it in his voice.

Rhys gets a photo of a dress (it would conveniently fit someone between himself, Angel, Beckett, and Brian), patterned with bespectacled cats reading thick books. It's ridiculous, but, you know, cloth. Laid on top of it are a tablet cover with a cute cartoon cat pattern, a stylized cat decal, and an ash shovel. So, half actual use, half just cute.]

I don't have a proper bag, so I couldn't carry much more than this.