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[jumpthegun]

You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.

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[jumpthegun]

[John reads through that message and then just stares blankly ahead for nearly a minute.

Just tell him you're sorry. Don't tell him she's not real. Just lie.]

I'm sorry. It's not the years. It's just not anything I want to talk about. My wife's dead, and Sherlock was about to die for real. I haven't talked to Sherlock in months apart from recently. It's that kind of bad.

Yes, I'm sorry about Nat. I'm sorry about a hell of a lot of things.

[mrcreamsicles]

[The wait doesn't help. Neither, in fact, does the actual message once it comes. Dead—two people dead, and how long until it would happen to John? It might have taken five years, but his first timeline gave months, and the second three years before John had to figure out how to fix it by what Jade told him. Time span isn't a guarantee. Not remembering isn't a guarantee. Time not even working the same isn't a guarantee.]

fuck

[Maybe he should have guessed it from what Karkat told him. Someone dead out of a bad end being brought here doesn't bode well for the rest, does it? And even if Jade won, things can't be that great if she came here anyway.]

[But Watson's the one currently dealing with it.]

im sorry
this is the kind of thing i needed to know
but hassling you probably doesnt make it easier when its this fresh and youre here again anyway

[jumpthegun]

It doesn't matter. Is that all you needed?

[mrcreamsicles]

[It takes him a little before he can answer.]

i guess so

[Things still don't feel great.]

im sorry you have to be here again
take care of yourself watson

[And he hangs up.]