[ Speaks English. Is English, from what Will can hear through the fragmented buzz of the radio's transmission. So far, everyone he's run across via the radios has spoken English, of course...
And apparently, contains the same dry humor that Will does. Will sits back heavily on the ground, eyeing his (still-clothed, still very much in pain) ankle for just a moment before turning his attention back to the radio. He feels like the tar that's been building up behind his ribs is finally cracked apart and is letting him begin to breathe normally. ]
I'm— [ Will's not generally one to lie about things for saving social face, but there's a vulnerability inherent in admitting anything this way. Over radio, when he's just found another person after an indeterminate amount of time alone - everything shared might be the last thing he says. Will sucks in a breath. ] I actually just fell through some stairs.
When they melted. [ A thought...occurs to Will, sudden enough and loud enough that his brow furrows and he bypasses the next obvious question ('are you all right?') with, ] Can you-- see it too? The stairs?
[ Softer, almost to himself, and yet Will doesn't forget to hit 'talk' to share this, just as the stranger shared that moment of his own: ] I wonder how this world picks...what to let us share and what to use to separate us.
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And apparently, contains the same dry humor that Will does. Will sits back heavily on the ground, eyeing his (still-clothed, still very much in pain) ankle for just a moment before turning his attention back to the radio. He feels like the tar that's been building up behind his ribs is finally cracked apart and is letting him begin to breathe normally. ]
I'm— [ Will's not generally one to lie about things for saving social face, but there's a vulnerability inherent in admitting anything this way. Over radio, when he's just found another person after an indeterminate amount of time alone - everything shared might be the last thing he says. Will sucks in a breath. ] I actually just fell through some stairs.
When they melted. [ A thought...occurs to Will, sudden enough and loud enough that his brow furrows and he bypasses the next obvious question ('are you all right?') with, ] Can you-- see it too? The stairs?
[ Softer, almost to himself, and yet Will doesn't forget to hit 'talk' to share this, just as the stranger shared that moment of his own: ] I wonder how this world picks...what to let us share and what to use to separate us.