He lets out a breath, slow and even. His heart isn't pounding so hard in his chest anymore - his nerves are fried, the strain bears down on him even still, but the inevitability sinks deeper in, numbing the stress slowly. Bitterness and something bordering on despondence isn't a great replacement, but it's better than terror.
"At least there's no rush to start looking in that direction. ...Martin is, though. During the dinner with Neil and I, the topic got brought up, and while we didn't stay on it long, it's clear he's expecting me to go back. How am I going to tell him about this?"
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He lets out a breath, slow and even. His heart isn't pounding so hard in his chest anymore - his nerves are fried, the strain bears down on him even still, but the inevitability sinks deeper in, numbing the stress slowly. Bitterness and something bordering on despondence isn't a great replacement, but it's better than terror.
"At least there's no rush to start looking in that direction. ...Martin is, though. During the dinner with Neil and I, the topic got brought up, and while we didn't stay on it long, it's clear he's expecting me to go back. How am I going to tell him about this?"