ic contact

[banded]

username: SCOTTMCCALL

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In person - the day after Crowley's network transmission

[ofobedience]

[He's had a lot to think on, lately. His thoughts a convoluted mire that have sucked him down and dragged him in and left him struggling to see outside of himself. In the wake of his network post, something that leaves him feeling faintly embarrassed and ashamed and yet which has, for all that, given him so much to think about, he's continued to shun the rest of the crew in favour of trying to establish his own feelings. To attempt to discern what he wants to do from here, how he ought to approach things. And he may well have continued dwell and run over all the details of said communication and the events leading up to it like a broken record playing again and again inside the dark cavern of his own head, if the message hadn't come through when it did. If their briefing hadn't reopened one very specific wound.

But it had, and it accelerates things. Pushes him towards a step he was half-way towards taking anyway, but which now also holds the appeal of a greater practicality. His self-awareness may be a tenuous thing, but he knows enough of himself to realise that he can't always hold on to reason in the midst of a volatile situation. And he's going to need to, this time, he thinks.

Wants to.

And so he ends up at Scott's door. Knocks three times, clear and sharp. Knows he's there, thanks to those heightened senses of his, and takes a step back as he waits for him to answer.]