His chest hurt. He had searched all over the Tulpar. He checked the sleeping quarters , not there. The main lobby , nope. Medical , utility , the winding hallways .. where could he be ?
Curly knew where. He knew exactly where. He was stalling ,, as much as he'd like to deny it ,, he was .. dreading this conversation. Would it even be taken well ? Knowing Jimmy , no. He's unsure if anything good will come out of this. But .. he's the captain. He can't leave this matter untouched , not when it's so serious. It's been on his mind ever since everything went down , ever since he taped the heart back together , ever since he woke up from his barely two hour fucking sleep after staring at the ceiling all night long. Curly slid open the door to the cockpit.
[Jimmy was wide awake, he had only slept about three hours in the cockpit, in Curly's chair. He looked up, his eyes sunken in and bloodshot, his hands in his hair. His stomach dropped to his fuckin feet when he looked up, he didn't know what to even say. He was still angry, brow furrowed immediately]
What do you want?
