[Darin stares at the text. She was injured? Did she trip and fall or something? She didn't get into trouble, did she?]
[He wants to respond but he doesn't want to come off as too invested. She'll see that he's started typing several times as he cycles through non-committal responses. 'That sucks' or 'Aw man that's bad luck'. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea after all. He was going to go on this expedition regardless...but he can't fight the pang of guilt he feels knowing he'd be going at it alone.]
[But her follow-up text comes through right before he decided to hit 'send' on his very well thought out, nonplussed response and he sees the photo. Darin's seen his fair share of wounds. You don't dress a wound like that unless something struck you.]
[Moments later, he's calling rather than just sending texts.]
You got injured?? When?? What happened??
[He has to actually halt himself from asking 'What attacked you?']
no subject
[He wants to respond but he doesn't want to come off as too invested. She'll see that he's started typing several times as he cycles through non-committal responses. 'That sucks' or 'Aw man that's bad luck'. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea after all. He was going to go on this expedition regardless...but he can't fight the pang of guilt he feels knowing he'd be going at it alone.]
[But her follow-up text comes through right before he decided to hit 'send' on his very well thought out, nonplussed response and he sees the photo. Darin's seen his fair share of wounds. You don't dress a wound like that unless something struck you.]
[Moments later, he's calling rather than just sending texts.]
You got injured?? When?? What happened??
[He has to actually halt himself from asking 'What attacked you?']