[It takes him longer to get there than the message made it seem. His feet are bound in iron and he has to pull them free with every step, or at least, that's how it seems. His plan is working, the gods are punishing him for what he's done, but it doesn't make anything easier.
There as bags under his eyes as he stumbles into Ryan's apartment. He catches himself on the couch and steadies his stance, legs shoulders-width apart and back as straight as he can hold it. A feat of strength, or maybe defiance. At least that's what he tells himself, repeating it in a mantra.
It makes it easier to avoid thinking about the consequences of what he's about to do. Whoever said honesty was the best policy was a goddamn liar.]
Ryan? [His voice is more tired than he'd like for it to be.] Ryan? It's—It's Mattias.
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There as bags under his eyes as he stumbles into Ryan's apartment. He catches himself on the couch and steadies his stance, legs shoulders-width apart and back as straight as he can hold it. A feat of strength, or maybe defiance. At least that's what he tells himself, repeating it in a mantra.
It makes it easier to avoid thinking about the consequences of what he's about to do. Whoever said honesty was the best policy was a goddamn liar.]
Ryan? [His voice is more tired than he'd like for it to be.] Ryan? It's—It's Mattias.