[oh thank god-- whichever one is responsible, whoever was listening. it takes a minute for the text reply, but as soon as koby reaches out and feels that flare of sunlight-yellow, he's pressing up against it like a purring cat.]
Tim, you're back. Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
Of course I want to see you. I know it wasn't you doing all that, you'd never.
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Tim, you're back. Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
Of course I want to see you. I know it wasn't you doing all that, you'd never.
It wasn't your fault. None of it was your fault.