[ Algric whips his head around at that, deeply alarmed at the compulsion he can hear Jon speaking. But -
But the curtain stops closing, leaving a sliver of open air for his mother to stare at them through. She’s pressed back into her bed, frozen in place. Staring at Jon with fresh fear in her eyes.
Algric slowly lowers himself into the chair next to the bed. He wishes it didn’t have to be like this, but ... ]
Just - just for a few minutes. All right? Please, Mum.
[ She struggles dimly, before subsiding at last. Turning her head away from him. ]
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:10 am (UTC)But the curtain stops closing, leaving a sliver of open air for his mother to stare at them through. She’s pressed back into her bed, frozen in place. Staring at Jon with fresh fear in her eyes.
Algric slowly lowers himself into the chair next to the bed. He wishes it didn’t have to be like this, but ... ]
Just - just for a few minutes. All right? Please, Mum.
[ She struggles dimly, before subsiding at last. Turning her head away from him. ]
“Fine. Talk, then.”