entranceway IC Inbox

[thisismadfreaky]

"Yo, you've reached Cisco. Text me, voicemail is so outdated, guys."

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[asphyxiaphilic]

I've already said too much

I'll lose my head if I

[It's written, and then scratched out.]

I'm sorry

I can't

[thisismadfreaky]

Okay...okay, you don't have to answer.

[He hesitates, but he can't stop himself from asking.]

...is she at least okay? Can you say that much?

[asphyxiaphilic]

she misses you

[thisismadfreaky]

[He curls in on himself at those words. It hurts to hear-- see, whatever. It hurts to think about. What kind of things could be happening to her on the other side of this glass. He chews on his thumb as he considers his options. Currently, there isn't much, but...]

I don't know if you can, but...if you have the chance...can you just tell her

Tell her I'll find a way to get her back.

[asphyxiaphilic]

I will.

You're so smart

I know you'll think of something.

[thisismadfreaky]

Thank you.

Not just for relaying the message, but for saying anything all. You didn't have to. [And given what little he knows about the goings-on, on that side of things? Probably shouldn't have.]

I hope so.

[asphyxiaphilic]

of course i had to

we're friends right?

[Ugh, he's going to need a shower after all of this.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[It's kind of ridiculous that, despite the short amount of time he's talked to this mirror, whoever it was on the other side, that it even means anything at all. But once desperate, always desperate, right? Cisco will probably never really stop craving affections of every variety.]

Yeah, of course.