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Phil Connors ([personal profile] goodweather) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs 2024-12-01 05:30 am (UTC)

"I know," he asserts, just as soft.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

--

Several days later is the first real update.

Cecil takes over solo on the mic, and Phil takes the time to step out and breathe. Breathe. Christ, Jesus H and damned Christ, what a mess.

He paces the building. Gets himself a coffee. It's times like this he wishes he had Xanax back, even though it was probably shortening his lifespan or something with how badly he managed it before the loop. And for a while after, honestly.

When he's done getting fresh air he steps back into grab some of the scripts he'd written. He always uses them when he gets back to Cass, because there's no point in not, but he's going to need this more than usual.

Out in the hall, pacing up and down the length with papers in hand, he speaks into his sending stone. "Lady Cassandra? Are you there?"

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