[ He's been told to get some rest, but being back at the townhouse for the first time in days doesn't provide the kind of space that feels restful. Ker's nowhere to be found, the bed left exactly as V left it days and days ago. His mainline guitar's still gone, the empty space where it usually lives crushing to look at.
He's sitting on the side of their bed, head rested in one of his hands as he contemplates everything he's done, and for a second there's no audio to be heard in the message he sends. ]
Ker... it's me.
[ Good start. That tells Kerry next to nothing about what the fuck's happened the last couple weeks. ]
Fuck, Ker. 'm so sorry 'bout what happened. I'm so fuckin' sorry I treated ya the way I did.
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un: nomad [ audio ] | very end of june
Date: 2021-06-21 11:49 am (UTC)He's sitting on the side of their bed, head rested in one of his hands as he contemplates everything he's done, and for a second there's no audio to be heard in the message he sends. ]
Ker... it's me.
[ Good start. That tells Kerry next to nothing about what the fuck's happened the last couple weeks. ]
Fuck, Ker. 'm so sorry 'bout what happened. I'm so fuckin' sorry I treated ya the way I did.