cross - legged on the floor at the foot of the bed , and leaned over his thighs , david plucks at the little bits of paper left in between his fingers . there’s a pile by in front of him . it’s unreadable now , but , when the paper was intact , it used to read on a skeleton of a plan . find his body : how do i do that ? 1 telepathy , obviously . who’s hiding it ? what’s the deal with the chattering teeth ? 2 shit .
and then syd speaks , and he jumps visibly ( stop that you’re gonna look even more suspicious than you already are ! guilty guilty ! ) ❝ i’m not . ❞ just because he’s picking apart a piece of paper in his fingers doesn’t mean that he’s sad . ❝ i’m just … i’m thinking about things . ❞ he drops the rest of the paper , watching the little pieces flutter to the floor . just stay steady . for one , he can’t mention anything about future syd , or about finding farouk’s body ( you know why i’m sad ? because i’m not telling you everything ) . but the thing is … he’ll get over it . he’s not … he’s not sad , he’s just , you know put off . it’s complicated . think of something to say , at least ! ❝ about all this , you know ? like , i think i was only gone for a day , but i was really gone a week , and all this … ❞ he gestures around the room . ❝ division three . you’re working with division three now , and i don’t know this this teeth chattering stuff . it’s just a lot . ❞