Mar 19, 2019
@tigressisms
“well this is... bad.” garfield looks out through the window, seating himself on the ledge, his features pulled downwards into a frown. it’s not in his natural skillset to worry. he doesn’t like having to worry. worrying is not his thing. but now that everyone’s found their way back to the present - god, he has so many people out there to think of, friends who he can only pray aren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time. looking over to the other, he sighs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. “... have you heard from any of the others?”