[ Tris ignores the next few texts that come in, letting the phone buzz on the table softly as he gathers up everything. The cards will need to rest and he'll need to do the same. He feels it, a low and dull ache cradled in his bones and he knows sleep will come eventually, but only in shallow gasps.
He's halfway into more comfortable clothing (with less blood around the collar) when Max calls.
Tris hesitates a minute before picking up, sliding the phone unlocked and wiping at his mouth with a damp cloth. ]
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He's halfway into more comfortable clothing (with less blood around the collar) when Max calls.
Tris hesitates a minute before picking up, sliding the phone unlocked and wiping at his mouth with a damp cloth. ]
Going. Promise.
Why're you calling? You have a trip to make.