Backdated to late Nov. 28 | text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes later in the day than Ethan's announcement, and shortly after getting yelled at for COMPLETELY REASONABLE ACTIONS, the network updates with: ]

I'm not dead just let me sleep it off

[ Then, grumpily, Constantine pulls the covers over her head and attempts to go back to sleep. ]

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[ ooc: Reactions welcome, threadjacking fine, Johanna's DMs open! ]

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[abit_ofboth]

[Loki runs a hand over his tired eyes, unable to look at her for a moment.]

I know you would not really do that. As much as you pretend not to, I know you care about Robert.

[It’s not something he’s spoken of to anyone, but Loki is a little hurt that no one let him know until after everything was over. He does not blame Hob, of course, he was hardly in a state to do much of anything as he understands it. And why would Dream call him? He’s pretty sure he doesn’t like Loki at all. But Johanna? He thought they were friends. He’s not about to admit to any of that right now though, or maybe ever.]

I think maybe this call was a mistake. All I wished to say is that if you ever need help in such a situation, I would not mind if you took 30 seconds to message me. That is all.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ I think maybe this call was a mistake.

Funny old world. You manage to avoid getting gutted by the snarling beast in the street, just to get ripped open by eight quiet little words a day later. ]

Loki--

I'm -- sorry.

[ Sorry she didn't call him then, sorry she disappointed him. Sorry she's like this. She doesn't know how else to be. Except that's not true, is it? She knows how a good person would act, but never until it's too late. ]

I'll -- I'll keep it in mind. Thank you. For the offer. And for checking in on me.

[abit_ofboth]

[The apology surprises him and he doesn’t bother to hide that. He feels too tired to hide much of anything right now. He doesn’t know what to say. Has anyone ever actually apologized to him before?]

I… it’s… It’s okay. I am glad you are okay. I will not bother you further, but if you need anything, please let me know.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Constantine certainly isn't in the habit of apologizing. It doesn't make her feel much better. It feels like lancing a boil: messy, sharply painful. Leaves behind a raw ache. Feels like maybe it would've gone away on its own if she just waited.

Last time she waited too long, though, and her friend disappeared without any resolution.

And the time before that was Rachel. ]

Sure, yeah. [ Quietly, looking down. ] I will. Take care of yourself.

[ And she hangs up, and looks at the stuffed mouse sitting on the armchair across from her, and decides to go back to bed. ]