[ Christ, he hopes she's wrong. Just the mere thought of seeing Tess, alive and in the flesh, when the very last time he saw her had been lying sprawled on the Capitol building floor in a pool of her own blood--
The thought of it, the simmering panic that Ellie might be right, honestly makes him feel sick. Stepping across to the couch, he clutches the back of it in his hand and sinks down onto the arm of the chair, just staring down at the floor. His hand comes up, the back of his fingers absently pressing against his lips as though he's physically trying to hold back his panic. Or maybe the urge to vomit as it sinks in more and more that Ellie really could be right. ]
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The thought of it, the simmering panic that Ellie might be right, honestly makes him feel sick. Stepping across to the couch, he clutches the back of it in his hand and sinks down onto the arm of the chair, just staring down at the floor. His hand comes up, the back of his fingers absently pressing against his lips as though he's physically trying to hold back his panic. Or maybe the urge to vomit as it sinks in more and more that Ellie really could be right. ]