@johnxrobins » ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞
What a strange thing for the voice in his head to say. John was, however, all-too familiar with voices in his head, though this particular one was one of whom he was particularly fond. ‘You will be,’ he sent back, letting it fall into the lap of a mind which worked in familiar and astounding ways. ‘And I don’t think I’ll fall asleep for a little while longer. What were we talking about? Something about postage stamps…”
Perhaps they had been, but Sapphire was distracted now. She wasn’t okay. The voice in her head wouldn’t object, surely? Or perhaps it would. After all, he - because the voice felt male, something she wouldn’t be able to explain - he did seem tired, only it was hardly time to sleep. The sun was still up, after all. Sort of. It was setting, or just set, or maybe the lights outside the window were up brighter than she remembered. ‘Can I ask you about something real?’ she asked it. ‘About how things are now.’ She was thinking of broken trust and friends who’d rationalized hurting people.
