day 44

[inflori]

[ His voice, even in his head, is tired. Exhausted and extremely irritated, even, with the petulance of a mind not yet fully awake. Petre was pulled from his comatose state just as suddenly as he fell into it, the stress of a broodmate being ripped from him having lifted from his symbiote. Now it's ready to keep going, but it hasn't given Petre the same courtesy just yet. He'll get there eventually. ]

( Why do you have to be so loud? )

[ ... All of you, he means. Ugh. ]

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[wrackful]

( What, you were down? )

[inflori]

( Fucking duh. )

[wrackful]

( Sorry, man. Didn't notice. )

[There might actually be a touch of something genuine in the apology. The idea of falling into a coma at any point was already terrifying enough - add in the idea of no one noticing or caring, and, well. Murphy knew what it was like to feel totally forgotten.]

( How long were you out for? )

[inflori]

( Fuck you. )

[ He'd prefer it to be interpreted as mere annoyance, but he'd be beyond upset to be forgotten, too. Angry that everything and everyone could just go on without him, like he'd never mattered.

He'd sooner see one of two of them dead. ]

( Four days. Apparently. )

[wrackful]

( At least you're awake again. That's more than some. )

[inflori]

( Bitch, please. )

[ He thinks of Angel. She hasn't woken up yet, and the fact that John's reminded him of that sparks ire. It's easy to interpret it as blame. Ungratefulness.

He isn't glad he's back because others weren't as lucky as he was. Fuck that. ]

( Are you gonna cry on me now. )