[The sheer sharpness of that answer makes the lines deepen in his face. Closing his eyes, he shifts, pressing his hand to his face, he breaths in slowly. Better they aren't trapped here. But at the same time, it feels isolating.
They can't go back. Not according to that spiel he got on arrival. And really, that's when it really really hits him. Running his hand down his face, he stares blankly straight ahead as everything knots up in his insides.
He may never see Jo again. And now he can't seem to breathe.
One hand suddenly reaches out and catches into the fabric at the hem of Jim's shirt. God, if Jim hadn't been there. How much worse would this feel?]
Do... do you really believe it? That we can't go back? [God, but it hurt to even ASK that question.]
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They can't go back. Not according to that spiel he got on arrival. And really, that's when it really really hits him. Running his hand down his face, he stares blankly straight ahead as everything knots up in his insides.
He may never see Jo again. And now he can't seem to breathe.
One hand suddenly reaches out and catches into the fabric at the hem of Jim's shirt. God, if Jim hadn't been there. How much worse would this feel?]
Do... do you really believe it? That we can't go back? [God, but it hurt to even ASK that question.]