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.
( c'mon johnny. own up to yourself; admit it. admit you're a piece of shit, admit you're in the wrong solely by virtue ( ha! ) of carrying that three-headed monster around with you. don't just stare at the back of dill's head, tongue held still by the tar-taste of guilt, nails pressing half-moons into the meat of your palms. admit your faults. admit it, admit it, admit it. )
...I'm really sorry.
If it helps, I haven't- it wasn't just you. This is, I think the first time I've even left my apartment for anything but work or school in... a few weeks. I wanted to see you guys.
( it feels an odd admission, but it's true; from both he and his hanger-on, even. time stretches and warps in strange ways, and johnny is no longer good at registering the passing of it, but it feels like it's been a millennia since he's seen or spoken to dill on terms that aren't tense at best. )
