“ i just feel like we could be doing something more –– right now. ” an anxious pace carries him on a repeated loop from one end of his small quarters to the other, his lower lip raw from where he had been chewing on it.
“ this idea that we’re waiting for them to come to us makes me feel on edge, like it could go either way. they’re going to react sooner or later. probably soon. i can’t rest –– not now. ” // @jediswcrd










