[ It's midafternoon that the text comes through. Jake isn't sure what the routines of teenage boys on other planets are, but he knows that his teenage boy seldom liked to wake before noon. That went double for days that followed exceptionally, exceptionally hard experiences.
Jake hadn't seen much of Cal through that final evacuation push, but he... felt him, in some strange way. Maybe it was because of how much time he spent in his true form, or maybe it was because of the subconscious thread that had formed between the two of them, but there was just something in the air that made it impossible not to feel Cal. Even if he was miles away.
That drags Jake's thoughts to him now, too, voice gentle and deliberately warmed up with good spirits. ]
voice; un: jtd (the morning after ciraiwei)
Jake hadn't seen much of Cal through that final evacuation push, but he... felt him, in some strange way. Maybe it was because of how much time he spent in his true form, or maybe it was because of the subconscious thread that had formed between the two of them, but there was just something in the air that made it impossible not to feel Cal. Even if he was miles away.
That drags Jake's thoughts to him now, too, voice gentle and deliberately warmed up with good spirits. ]
Hey, buddy. You up? Had lunch yet?