[ locus out his ass. this isn't a radio transmission and he's going to respond if he wants to, which he does.
he reads through locus' responses, noting with utter lack of surprise how much the man apparently stumbles over the idea of wash offering any kind of help. but mostly, he's focused on if there's anything useful. dream sharing, he'd guessed that already, and -- wait.
carver?
somewhere in their apartment, probably enough for felix to notice if he's paying any attention from where he's lounging on the couch, wash drops his head into his hand with a sound somewhere between a long-suffering sigh and an irritated groan. he kneads slightly at the corners of his temples in a feeble attempt to soothe his growing headache before tapping out a response. ]
I really hope you kept this to yourself.
[ he didn't. wash already knows he didn't. good god, what a pain in the ass, and locus probably has no goddamn idea just how profoundly counterproductive whatever attempt he made at protecting felix really was.
no subject
he reads through locus' responses, noting with utter lack of surprise how much the man apparently stumbles over the idea of wash offering any kind of help. but mostly, he's focused on if there's anything useful. dream sharing, he'd guessed that already, and -- wait.
carver?
somewhere in their apartment, probably enough for felix to notice if he's paying any attention from where he's lounging on the couch, wash drops his head into his hand with a sound somewhere between a long-suffering sigh and an irritated groan. he kneads slightly at the corners of his temples in a feeble attempt to soothe his growing headache before tapping out a response. ]
I really hope you kept this to yourself.
[ he didn't. wash already knows he didn't. good god, what a pain in the ass, and locus probably has no goddamn idea just how profoundly counterproductive whatever attempt he made at protecting felix really was.
at least he knows, now. ]