[Kyna wakes up in her bed like nothing has happened, except that she's utterly disoriented and being completely bombarded by notifications on her fucking implant. After over a year of not having it, that's a little panic inducing, to say the least. Not nearly as panic inducing as when she realizes that according to New Amsterdam, she's only been gone a week, which sends her into a very fun existential tailspin for a moment. Fuck this place.
But then there's the messages, the most emotional of which are by far Ian's. And, okay—maybe most people wouldn't read them as particularly intense, minus the last one, but Kyna knows Ian well enough to read the panic behind the cajoling. Sure, he'd said it would hurt if she left, but seeing it is something else entirely, and she has to fight down a misplaced rush of guilt. She replies before she even leaves her room to try to find Lance.]
hey i'm back no one night stands though, sorry are you home?
a week-ish later i hope lizard ian can still understand language
But then there's the messages, the most emotional of which are by far Ian's. And, okay—maybe most people wouldn't read them as particularly intense, minus the last one, but Kyna knows Ian well enough to read the panic behind the cajoling. Sure, he'd said it would hurt if she left, but seeing it is something else entirely, and she has to fight down a misplaced rush of guilt. She replies before she even leaves her room to try to find Lance.]
hey
i'm back
no one night stands though, sorry
are you home?