Alistair lets out a breath. He looks away from the screen -- spots hover in his eyes for a moment, his vision unable to adjust from the glow to the surrounding darkness -- and draws his knees up, shifting more of his weight against the chest.
Eventually:
QG: I honestly have no idea about that either QG: It must have been a bad one QG: Be nice if they could've given me a hint what it was about before they shoved me back awake though QG: It doesn't matter QG: I'm just glad you're alive
...The problem with increasing your typing speed is that sometimes, after you've written something, you hit the 'send' key on reflex before you can go back and fix it. Like, say, writing alive instead of all right.
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Eventually:
QG: I honestly have no idea about that either
QG: It must have been a bad one
QG: Be nice if they could've given me a hint what it was about before they shoved me back awake though
QG: It doesn't matter
QG: I'm just glad you're alive
...The problem with increasing your typing speed is that sometimes, after you've written something, you hit the 'send' key on reflex before you can go back and fix it. Like, say, writing alive instead of all right.