whatttt if i sob

[It takes a couple hours, and it hurts to focus, but Koby's almost as senseless from being away from Quentin as he is from the pain, so he begs five minutes, just five, please. The lucid periods are longer now, the weight of feeling so much abating to something bearable, and he can focus better.

Still, the words take a while to form:]

i miss you i love you are you okay

[I'm sorry, right there, remembering the horror, the bloody pain of their last meeting. Sorry for putting that stricken, haunted look on Quentin's face, for recoiling from him, for falling to pieces before him. Sorry for leaving him, even temporarily, without even being able to articulate what was happening. For all of it.]