[ When the reply comes back fairly quickly, a twinge of relief passes through him. He's always prepared for the worst, for silence. That was just how things went, all his life. Measuring what he had to live with against constant loss, knowing anyone could disappear at anytime. Maybe, after everything, he's almost grateful that it isn't the case this time, even if the reprieve is brief and inconsequential in the long run.
Stopping where he is to focus on reading, he glances over his shoulder at the streets crossing and looping through the sections of housing. There's not much of a system to it, but he's sure he's familiar enough by now. It's busier here, with people moving from place to place, restricted by the spread of the sickness. Still. ]
which block are you close to i can meet you
[ There are some things better seen with his own eyes. ]
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Stopping where he is to focus on reading, he glances over his shoulder at the streets crossing and looping through the sections of housing. There's not much of a system to it, but he's sure he's familiar enough by now. It's busier here, with people moving from place to place, restricted by the spread of the sickness. Still. ]
[ There are some things better seen with his own eyes. ]