[He's not sure what exactly she's thinking; it's too hard to see much of anything over the journal. He frowns down at the page, tapping his finger against it impatiently.]
Come on, tell me where you are.
[He's worried. He feels sick. But most of all, he just really, really wants to see her right now.]
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Come on, tell me where you are.
[He's worried. He feels sick. But most of all, he just really, really wants to see her right now.]