[ There is a beat of silence. It's surprise, though she wouldn't be able to know that; he takes a sharp breath, blinks against the salt-soaked wind and squints into the distance. If he heard that right (if he's really hearing anything at all and not simply talking to himself because he's lost his mind), there is the smallest flicker of relief at the recognition.
Not just a voice in the distance. A person. Someone he knows. A friend.
(Whether or not Julie considers him such, right now, it's exactly what he thinks of her.)
A laugh escapes, incredulous and a bit hysterical, but also genuine. Loud enough to carry. ]
Julie.
Saints, Julie!!
It's Rhy. I'm here. I can't see you, but I can hear you.
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Not just a voice in the distance. A person. Someone he knows. A friend.
(Whether or not Julie considers him such, right now, it's exactly what he thinks of her.)
A laugh escapes, incredulous and a bit hysterical, but also genuine. Loud enough to carry. ]
Julie.
Saints, Julie!!
It's Rhy. I'm here. I can't see you, but I can hear you.
You're not alone.