>>5359385Though you're highly-tempted to shoot John some sort of nastygram just to get under his skin (because it's not like you'll suffer the consequences for doing so), it would make you a complete and utter asshole if you did something like that.
Pointedly resolving not to resort to name-calling or any sort of hypocritical, guilt tripping tactics, you type out a 'Hey, how's it going?' and send the message before you can think better of it.
Still, there's something about the text that feels a little insufficient, so you quickly add an 'Everything alright?' along with it.
For a few moments, you stare at the screen, watching and waiting for that distinctive little bubble to pop up--the one that tells you that someone is typing.
And you wait.
And wait some more.
But the bubble never comes, nor any indication that John's read your text for that matter. You wonder if John will even answer because it felt like he was deliberately burning bridges with you and Matt during that conference, at least until he finishes taking down the M-Guard.
Moreover, does John even have his cell phone now that he's a willing prisoner of FutureLabs? You had considered that idea as you had been trying to figure out just what to write, but now you have to wonder how much freedom (or lack thereof) your older brother still has.
While this is something you expected to happen deep-down, you feel a growing sense of disappointment settle into your bones, but you're better off accepting the reality of it, rather than waiting for a response that may never come at all.
Pocketing the phone, you head from your room and into the kitchen, more-than-ready to help him deliver the notebook. The two of you don't even need your suits, preferring to keep a low profile for the whole thing by donning yourselves in the rattiest, nondescript sweatshirts you can find, the stuff that had basically been your jerry-rigged supersuits long before Jenna came along.
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