bursts into tears

[oversea]

Comments

[oversea]

What

[transmit]

Where was I wrong?

[oversea]

If the situations were reversed, would you really be fine with me paying for everything?

[transmit]

That's not the situation, though?

[oversea]

[ HE IS GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!!!!!! ]

Brat.

[transmit]

That's what you get for going for emotional appeal when you know the logical approach won't work.

It doesn't make sense, does it? For me not to.

[oversea]

Right.

You won't pay for everything.

[ he has to draw a line somewhere, at least, before it starts to feel like he's taking advantage of the situation. ]

[transmit]

Why not?

[ in this au he is terminal with kdrama chaebol brain ]

[oversea]

What am I supposed to give you in return?

[transmit]

I just want to do things with you. Don't overthink it.

[oversea]

[ it's difficult not to, when it feels like things are uneven in terms to what they're giving. ]

Let me know if we can do it.

[transmit]

Should we not do it if you'll end up feeling guilty?

[oversea]

[ thorns types. pauses. types again... stops. it goes on for several seconds. ]

I didn't say that.

Let's circle back to this another time.
I'll talk to you later.

[transmit]

[ the interaction leaves him feeling like he's screwed up somehow. he stares at their chat history for a long while before giving thorns a simple thumbs-up, pocketing his phone afterward.

…

he ends up throwing himself into work. the next point of contact entirely is up to thorns, whenever that may be. ]

[oversea]

[ it won't be til much later in the evening. not late enough for it to be a questionable hour, but it's dark out. ]

Have a good night.
Don't stay up late.

[transmit]

[



he works himself so hard he just gets home and passes out without looking at his personal phone. would there be any follow-ups or will he just have to respond to it as is in the morning… ]

[oversea]

[ he stares... at the lack of read notification...

...

he jumps to the obvious conclusion that elysium is pissed and is ignoring him. ]

Sorry.

[ he turns his phone off for the rest of the night and goes to keep himself busy. ]

[transmit]

[ morning comes. something explodes at work, and he rushes out once again without his phone. part of him is too scared to check it, while another part is genuinely busy. the longer he goes without contact, the heavier his guilt grows, pulling him deeper into a negative feedback loop that constantly floats the worst case scenarios to the forefront of his mind.

still, by the end of the night, he forces himself to look. ]

[oversea]

[ after the initial apology, there's just one other message that he sent in the late afternoon, ]

Do I just not understand relationships?
Am I doing this wrong?

[transmit]

[ it's about 11pm.

he attempts to call. ]

[oversea]

[ he picks up....

there is noise in the background, like the sound of cars passing by, so he's definitely out somewhere. ]

Hello?

[transmit]

[ he pulls away from his phone long enough to double check the time before answering. ]

Are you busy right now? I can call back later.

[oversea]

No, it's fine.

[ elysium has spent so long not sending any sort of message that thorns is not sure if it'll go another day before the next point of contact. ]

What's up?

[transmit]

Sorry for taking so long to get back to you.

It sounds like you're out right now…?

[oversea]

Yeah. I'm walking right now.

[ he pauses. ]

I'm by myself.

[ in case that's what elysium is worried about... ]