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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:01 pm
For a short second Jamie made note of the way Shiloh's voice sounded. It had a body and elegance it didn't only moments ago. Yet, as quick as he thought of it, it left him. He chalked it up to Shiloh steadying himself so they could move on.
Later it would matter. Later Jamie would come to understand the depths of what Melany had done to him. When that happened, situations like this would hurt, they'd weigh him down with significance. He'd try not to feel guilty, but he would. It's something they'd both have to deal with together; it's an important step in healing, an important step in friendship. For now, he was blissfully unaware.
"Thanks, Shiloh," he said, genuinely appreciative as he moved the second box from the floor to the bed. It was considerably lighter. Shiloh had left him the box of empty tapes.
"I think... that's everything. Um, for now." He huffed softly, doing the best he could at being in charge of the situation. They'd be back, he kept having to remind himself. Maybe it was because he didn't want to be.
"Okay, let's g-" As he zipped up the backpack, something went off. It sounded like a phone, maybe a text message, but it hadn't been his. Then- Shuffling the sketchbooks around, he dove back into the bag and, with a little effort, fished out a phone. It was a bit ragged, the screen cracked, and he recognized it immediately. It was Shiloh's phone.
As much as he wanted to, he didn't look at it. Instead, he searched out the charger—thankfully easy to find—and held it out to Shiloh, telling him, "It's, um, it's your phone. Unless you... want me to hold onto it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 11:01 am
Shiloh stared at the object that had been outstretched to him, expression muddled with confusion. "My what?"
Okay, Shiloh remembered what phones were, but he couldn't really recall his own. Taking the object into his hands, he turned it over carefully, thumbs smoothing against the weathered edges and rough cracks. Subconscious familiarity won over in the end, and his fingers found the button on the side; the screen illuminated immediately, low battery flashing in the corner. Box held under one arm, he finds the text logs.
"Oliver...?" It takes him a moment to process the word, as the more he tried to read the more frustrated he got. Why did everything seem like a slur of letters? Why couldn't he parse through this as easily as he felt he should've? He clicked the phone off again, stuffing it into his pocket. "I... just want to go." he said finally, trudging past Jamie with his things in tow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 1:09 pm
Oliver.
The name hit a chord in Jamie's mind. Though he'd never met Shiloh's twin, he knew of him, he'd heard plenty of stories. It was obvious in the way he spoke that the relationship Shiloh had with his brother was a good one. The words may have been gruff and begrudging, but they were genuine.
As he slung the backpack on, he found himself wondering with a sinking feeling in his gut whether Beel had done something to their relationship, too.
"Okay..." he muttered, knowing now wasn't the time to dwell on these questions. There would be plenty of time for that at his place, somewhere they could at least pretend to be comfortable in.
With one last look around Shiloh's room, Jamie grabbed the box of empty tapes and followed him out.
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