[Concern isn't something that so easily swept away when it concerns a friend. And the response of I'll figure it out sounds stringently lonely. Like Fitz expects to leave himself to his own head, to wade through corrupted data parcel by parcel, with no one to toss him a lifeline if he finds himself drowning in it.
Naturally, Markus' worry doesn't abate.
But maybe he can wait to have that conversation face-to-face, with texting's shield of disconnect no longer something the other can feasibly rely upon.]
I'm sitting. I've thought about standing up. If you don't get here quickly I'll have made it a whole ten feet from my cot before you arrive.
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Naturally, Markus' worry doesn't abate.
But maybe he can wait to have that conversation face-to-face, with texting's shield of disconnect no longer something the other can feasibly rely upon.]
I'm sitting. I've thought about standing up. If you don't get here quickly I'll have made it a whole ten feet from my cot before you arrive.