[ he stares at the phone for a while, and honestly, he knows tris. this is the most freaked he's been in a while, not counting (or perhaps, in light of) marco's disappearance. he doesn't like leaving him like this, and the part of max that just wants to mama bear everyone in their circle is fighting the urge to go to tris' place instead.
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shit. fine. ]
define 'lay low'.
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[ Tris hasn't crossed himself in years, he's doing it in triplicate. Making up for lost time? Old habit? He doesn't know. He's just grateful. ]
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Find Dani.
Become a tourist for three days.
Doctor prescribes a new burner cell and vehicle of your choosing when you get there (but nothing too flashy, something in blue).
Your lucky letters are J, Y, and Z. Lucky number is 5.
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No fights.
No. Broken. Kneecaps.
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I'd like to do the reading in person. So I'll meet you.
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james can make a door for me from here. new burner, fine. i'm in a rental, i'll dump it and lift something else when i get to italy.
something with j, y, z or 5 in the license plate. promise.
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stop bleeding in the mean time
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And blue. Don't forget blue. Wear a lot of it, please.
You don't have to go near the Vatican. You just need to rest and sleep and go lay on the beach or something for three days.
Hell, stay inside and fuck for all I care, just don't go galavanting around looking for trouble.
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Stay safe.
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take a nap, tristan. i'll be good.
asdfjlaksdfj ;a;
Please don't lie to me.
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I'm tired.
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I'll be checking in with Dani to be sure anyways.
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if you want. take your nap first.
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PS Your fatherland can cry more.
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no more beer gifts for you
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no. he said no detours. fine. ]
i'm calling.
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