Los Angeles, Sunday
Jun. 29th, 2025 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The news had come in last night, and by 'come in', Jack meant that a single text message had rolled in from Trent at around 3 AM. He'd been the only one to get it - which made sense, because he was the only one who was always awake at 3 AM and everyone knew about it. And then he'd laid there, on the vaguely comfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.
Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.
In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.
So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he ( said it out loud. )
[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for phone calls/texts. ]]
Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.
In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.
So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he ( said it out loud. )
[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for phone calls/texts. ]]