unmotivationals:
…Right. I thought- I mean, Patience, she said—
…Sorry. I don’t know what I thought. I meant to- meant to text you, but it just… uh.
( it just what? there’s no excuse for johnny’s emotional distance from these people who just want to provide him some level of stability ( besides the obvious one, and johnny doesn’t consider that one valid ) and he knows it. drooping shoulders drop further into an anxious slouch, and he focuses on the counter between them, not on declan—no, dill’s—ironically apathetic stare. )
…Yeah, whipped cream would be good. Sorry.
Patience says a lot of things, you'll have to be more specific.
You thought it would be easier not to text.
[And in that moment, Declan (Diligence) has a moment of self awareness. While he's not sure whether the hurt he's feeling is Declan, or the angel, he does know that the reaction is not Declan. He doesn't know why he should have expected a text, or why he's even upset. Not that he's showing it. He's more calm soldier than hurt human. So, he just heaves a sigh and turns to get the drink.]
Okay.
