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[ she lets him go and stumbles several steps back as she stares at him. w- what did he... she swallows and feels herself getting overwhelmed. no. not again. she can't take this. she's losing all of the people that she cares about. one by one. ]

Hurricane, I'm... I'm sorry. [ she closes her eyes and tries to keep calm. no crying. absolutely no crying. ] I won't touch again, I... I'm just frustrated, it's been a bad night and... [ she bumps into the shelf behind her, making it rattle. ]

[His eyes go wider; they had been searching the room, trying to find what the hell is causing all this, but - there's nothing. Just rows and rows of conbini goods, and the shelf that's shaking itself apart.]

[He swallows, back to the corner and already debating whether it was wise to put his back in the corner.]

[ she had asked him earlier if he was mad and he said no, but it kind of seems like he is. he bows her head. d.va isn't sure what she did, but she clearly upset him. ]

...sorry, for... whatever I did...

[Please hold. He's trying to keep an eye on the room as best he can while he fumbles his phone out of his pocket.]

[He is on HIGH ALERT while he types this in, and typing is giving him a hell of a time. His arms sure aren't doing great.]

[A couple of seconds later, her phone pings:]

hurricane: hey
hurricane: cn we mt smwhr els?
hurricane: ths plc is wrd

...

[ she continues to stare at him as he takes out his phone and... sends her a message. she is SO confused. also, he should hear her phone ping. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; but y im rght here n r u sur ur nt mad ur actn likr ur mad

[Frrrrrowns.]

hurricane: rt whre?

[ ...
she kind of thinks she's sort of figured this out.
maybe. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; rght hr

[ she hits the shelf again. ]

[He flinches a little and raises the bracers. It takes him a long minute or two, to lower them enough to check and see what his phone was doing.]

[When he looks up again, he's frowning - turns, uncertain, to check out the window? Maybe she's showing up now??]

...

[ since she's knocked a snack or two off she's going to kneel down and pop open the bag of chips, looking up at hurricane to make sure he isn't going to book it. she crushes them up and writes a message, ironically in doritos, hey. ]

[oh]

D.Va?

[ she's going to stand back up, dust off her hands, and then take out her phone. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; lke i said im rght hre

[He looks up again, eyes wide and staring.]

Can you - can you hear me? Can you see me?

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; i can hear u & i can see u im gussng u cnt see or hear me tho, rght?

[Shakes his head.]

Nuh uh.

[He hesitates - hesitates more. Steps forward, one arm out, hand outstretched.]

Are you...?

[ frowns. ]

[ well, this sure fucken sucks. ]

[ as soon as he reaches out toward her she does the same. ]

I am... [ but, oh, right, she can't hear him. hopefully he just knows that it's her now. she takes his hand, lacing up there fingers and giving it a small squeeze. ]

[He winces a little, because his wrist still isn't great - but he reaches forward with the other hand, too, cautious, feeling for where her face ought to be.]

[ she's not sure what he's reaching for, but she'll take a guess. hurricane manages to poke her chin, so it kind of seems like he's going for the face, so she'll guide his hand to her cheek. nuzzles into it and shuts her eyes. this is... this is real weird. ]

Man, this fucken sucks.

[He can't hear that, either - but, now that he knows where she is, more or less, he steps forward to pull her into a hug.]

[It's a crappy hug, as far as hugs go; his arms are too messed up for him to hold on, well. But he holds on as much as he's able.]

[ and since she can see him she does do her best to readjust the hug to make it a bit better, but it's fine. she can kind of tell something is up with his arms. she wonders if he'd attempted to get them healed... but if it's an effect of the game, then it probably won't do any good. like her burns. a- and her neck. she frowns, and gives him a little squeeze. ]

[Still not letting go.]

...was that you before, too?

At the dorm?

[ she does have to ease up on him so she can get out her phone and text him back. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; yeah, tht wz me srry ddnt kno u cudnt c me

[He eases back a little, to check his phone.]

...jesus. Sorry, dude.

[He's quiet for a beat, and then another.]

Were you pissed? You musta thought I was ignoring you.

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; i wasnt pssed, no i was upst b/c yah, i thght u wer ignorng me srsly sukd im gld 2 kno u wernt tho but ths still rly fkn suks...

...yeah. This is BS.

[He's quiet a beat, and then another.]

Me and King made you soup. After the game, I mean.

I stuck your bowl in the fridge in my room for when you got back.

[ she smiles at that. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; u 2 made soup im impressd nd i cnt wait 2 try it :) bt its awesum nd thnx 4 savng me sum

[ she stares down at her phone, frowning. ]

Sponsored by Mountain Dew® & Doritos®; hey do u thnk there is z way 2 fix ths lik am i th only 1 thts lik this? tht u cnt see n hear

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