[ okay. sure. that tells him so much. it falls so flat he doesn't even want to attempt to recover it, so they can just walk in this awkward silence together.

…

thankfully, they don't have to deal with it for long when the hotel is a short few blocks away. he looks at their hands, wondering if thorns will let go, shoving his other hand into a pocket before taking a quick peek into the foyer. ]

Looks like they're still out searching. [ unsurprising. the very first incident that set all of this in motion had left him searching for days. he thinks he could've kept going for weeks and even months, if he'd had to. ] It's been, what, couple hours now? Are you calling them back, or me?