maddest | [Accidental Audio-Video]

[The PCD is jostled on to audio in time for an almighty crash to register. It skitters across the ground, cracks against a stone, and the video function is triggered. Break is on his hands and knees on the street, looking more irritated than anything else. He pats his pockets, realizes the device is missing, and sighs.

Slowly, he begins the process of patting his hands along the ground, investigating with his fingers what shapes seem lighter or darker than others to his ruined eyesight. He is- for once in his life- utterly silent.

Attempt to make it to the clinic: firmly derailed. Though he was getting close, from the looks of the buildings around him.]

[ooc notes: this will be a fairly non-responsive PCD post. Break has been having trouble with his vision for months, and now the event has also taken away his ability to hear as well. He won't be able to respond to comments via PCD, but the hope is someone will realize this and come find him, be it for good or for evil. Or just to laugh at him via the feed.]

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[Probably much better, though the broth is very hot. There is a little bit of movement on the bed, as if Al reached for him, then decided better of it.]

[So he finds out. He sets it back down with a nod, waiting for it to cool.]

[Another little movement, then Al traces.]

S-O-R-R-Y

I C-A-N-T F-E-E-L I-T

[Break starts. He hadn't even considered that possibility. It exhausts him, just imagining-]

Done-

[He says, over loud, volume control gone.]

[He wishes he could explain that it's okay, that he's used to this, that it's not the first time, not to worry. Instead, he listens.]

[That's it. Break tries to pull away, to curl back up in the warmth of the bed. He's finished, he's tired, he wants to sleep the rest of the event away.]

[Al grips the edge of the tray, moves it aside, moves closer. His heart's pounding and he knows he shouldn't be this close, but he HAS to get it, he HAS to understand-]

Break-

[He can't hear him, he knows, but still. He tugs his arm before he can lay down, pulling him close, into a hug that might be a little too hard. He can't feel, maybe -- but this is important. Break is important, and by damned he'll take care of him.

He shakes his head. He can't spell it out, but he shakes his head against his shoulder.

Nonononono don't be done, don't give up.]

[He stiffens in surprise at the sudden grip, not quite sure what has Al upset.]

[Al's not even sure, himself. He holds on, though. Tightly. His fingers trace against his arm.]

1 M-O-R-E D-A-Y

[Break nods. He can do that. It won't be so bad.]

-sleep.

F-O-O-D

[He's stubborn.]

[So is Break. He shakes his head.]

P-L-E-A-S-E

T-I-R-E-D

[Silence, for a few heartbeats. Then, he nods against Break's shoulder before letting him go, slipping off the bed completely, reaching to set the tray aside.]

[That's no good. Break can just feel him- Ah, he holds out an arm to the space where he used to be.]

[A moment's hesitation, but then Al takes his hand, just holding it. Almost questioning.]

I-F-Y-O-U-S-T-A-R-T-S-U-L-K-I-N-G-I-W-I-L-L-B-O-X-Y-O-U-R-E-A-R-S-C-O-M-E-T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W.

[Al huffs, then reaches out and pokes him solidly in the cheek.]

[Break grins. Much better.]

[You realize, now, Break, that this means touching is okay.]

S-L-E-E-P

T-O-A-S-T A-N-D J-A-M C-O-M-E M-O-R-N-I-N-G

A-N-D-T-E-A-?

W-I-T-H H-O-N-E-Y

N-I-G-H-T-A-L

N-I-G-H-T B-R-E-A-K

[Al squeezes his hand, again, just a bit hard, and fluffs the blankets over him.]

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