voice.

[theguideless]

[feed starts at the tail end of a harsh exhale.

a beat.]

Where're...Chloe and...Er-eri...[huff. another pause. his voice gets grumblier, agitated:] My friends. Here. Why am I even back.

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[theguideless]

[sucking in a sharp breath. insistent:] I was home.

[undeadarmies]

If you were home, how come you ended up in my home? [She's trying to not get frustrated, but there's an obvious strain to her voice.] If they sent us home, why would they have sent me so far in the past? It's been... [God, why is time confusing here.] Well, it's been awhile since I was in that place.

[Sigh.] Martin, you have to trust me. We weren't really there.

[theguideless]

[murmuring no softly throughout. heavy exhale.]

No. I was home. Where I needed to be. It was real.

[undeadarmies]

You're not listening to anyone, are you?

[theguideless]

Chloe. [nipping back on his frustration again.

hh.] Forget it. [he doesn't want to argue.]

[undeadarmies]

Martin. [:c She doesn't want to argue either but he's worrying her.] It's not going to make you feel any better to keep insisting you were somewhere you weren't, especially if it's that important to you.

[A short pause.] I just want to make sure you're okay.

[theguideless]

[petulant:] It doesn't matter. Forget it.

[undeadarmies]

[:I] It matters to me if you're okay or not. [Even if you were kind of going psycho on her back there.]

[theguideless]

[the sounds of shifting, fidgeting sluggishly. hh.] It shouldn't.

[undeadarmies]

[Huff.] Well it does, so you'll have to get over it.

[theguideless]

[a muffled sound.

exhale.

beat.

mumbled:] Sorry.

[undeadarmies]

[Pause. Sigh.] It's okay. You, uh... Don't have to apologize for it or anything.

[theguideless]

[another muted, unhappy sound. well, what else is he supposed to do? apologizing is his thing.]

[undeadarmies]

You could say, "Thank you, Chloe, for being so gracious as to point out that I don't need to apologize." [Totally teasing now.]

[theguideless]

[there's a beat where you know he's totally about ready to fire off the response word-for-word before he catches that's...actually not a request. unless it is because girls are tricky.

unsure:] R...right, that...

[undeadarmies]

[Well, girls are very tricky. Unfortunately, Chloe is not good at that kind of trickery. Or fortunately, in Martin's case.]

You're welcome. [She's totally laughing though.]