"Hey, this is Joker. Leave a message and I might get back to you. Unless you're trying to sell me something or I really just don't feel like talking to you-- in that case, take a hint and quit calling me."
[The tone made Gunny flinch for a moment, but, just as quickly, she relaxed. She was simply tired of the perpetual tenseness that came with anxiety and living in a constant state of nervousness]
[Outside of the occasional sniffle, she fell silent, counting on her brother's closeness to keep her calm for the time being]
[There wasn't anything that he could say that would make this okay, or even just slightly less awful; there weren't any diagrams about how to comfort your dead little sister and not fuck things up. Most people probably assumed that things on that end would've been sorted out already, considering the nature of the problem.]
[Gunny's shuddering sighs quieted down after a while (minutes, hours, she couldn't tell), but the silence made her uneasy. Her fingers curled into the fabric of Joker's shirt while her tired mind tried to fill the lull with the first thing that came to it]
[ACTION]
Date: 2013-01-27 01:46 am (UTC)[That came out sharper than he'd meant; she shouldn't apologize to him for this. For any of it. Not when it was really all his fault.]
[ACTION]
Date: 2013-01-27 02:11 am (UTC)[Outside of the occasional sniffle, she fell silent, counting on her brother's closeness to keep her calm for the time being]
[ACTION]
Date: 2013-01-29 03:16 am (UTC)[Goddamn war.]
[For lack of anything better, he held onto her.]
[ACTION]
Date: 2013-01-29 05:33 am (UTC)I'm scared, Jeff.
I don't want to go home.