[ his heart is racing but his breathing is already locked down and even, even as his hand slides up from his chest to press at his eyes under his shades.
john's awake. so that worked. thank god. ]
...What's up, buttercup? [ and dave's voice doesn't so much as waver, quiet and to all appearances calm in the dark of the room, though he's anything but. ]
can't you
john's awake. so that worked. thank god. ]
...What's up, buttercup? [ and dave's voice doesn't so much as waver, quiet and to all appearances calm in the dark of the room, though he's anything but. ]