[He's quiet, leaning a little against the table without thinking about it gaze dropping again. Even though the gun had been full of blanks and Josh meant for him to survive, he really shouldn't have; at such close range even a blank should've still killed him.
But fortunately all that had happened was that he'd been knocked out briefly, and when he'd awoken he hadn't even had time to be surprised--or feel anything at all--about being alive. They'd had to immediately deal with the shock of Josh being alive, of what to do with him, of Mike saying Jessica was dead and then Emily running back to the lodge screaming about monsters...
Even now, looking back, he can't remember even a moment in which he really thought about the fact that he was alive. Maybe it had just been too mixed in with the immediate fear that had led him to empty the rest of the clip of blanks into who he thought was a murderer, or the shock of realizing it was his best friend who had done this to them. Maybe the events of the rest of the night that followed--the wendigos and the death of the stranger and truly losing Josh--just drowned it all out; it had all been fake, after all, so it shouldn't really even matter right?
So the pain that she's talking about--he assumes she means the mental and emotional pain, at least--has come on somewhat delayed for him, fading in and out of the other traumas of the night and everything that's happened since then, and there's just too much to try to sort out. So he's stopped trying, except in moments like this when it serves a purpose.]
I wish I could like... Tell you something that'd help.
[Trying to make her feel less alone is pretty much the limit of what he's capable of, and he hopes it helps even the slightest bit.]
F-First person to figure out something that does has to share it with the other one, o-okay?
[It's a weak joke, but at the same time he means it.]
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Date: 2016-03-06 04:33 am (UTC)But fortunately all that had happened was that he'd been knocked out briefly, and when he'd awoken he hadn't even had time to be surprised--or feel anything at all--about being alive. They'd had to immediately deal with the shock of Josh being alive, of what to do with him, of Mike saying Jessica was dead and then Emily running back to the lodge screaming about monsters...
Even now, looking back, he can't remember even a moment in which he really thought about the fact that he was alive. Maybe it had just been too mixed in with the immediate fear that had led him to empty the rest of the clip of blanks into who he thought was a murderer, or the shock of realizing it was his best friend who had done this to them. Maybe the events of the rest of the night that followed--the wendigos and the death of the stranger and truly losing Josh--just drowned it all out; it had all been fake, after all, so it shouldn't really even matter right?
So the pain that she's talking about--he assumes she means the mental and emotional pain, at least--has come on somewhat delayed for him, fading in and out of the other traumas of the night and everything that's happened since then, and there's just too much to try to sort out. So he's stopped trying, except in moments like this when it serves a purpose.]
I wish I could like... Tell you something that'd help.
[Trying to make her feel less alone is pretty much the limit of what he's capable of, and he hopes it helps even the slightest bit.]
F-First person to figure out something that does has to share it with the other one, o-okay?
[It's a weak joke, but at the same time he means it.]