When the phone's shoved at him and he actually manages to understand what he's reading, Jefferson's first thought is that it's a trick. A test of obedience. And though the thought of telling Kenzi what happened crosses his mind, it's quickly stamped down. He'd never be able to get the message out before the phone's taken away and he's punished for even being stupid enough to try. The realization-- that he's so close to possible salvation, but he can't reach for it-- causes him to laugh, sharply and hysterically, before it bleeds into a short sob.
He'll just take this for what it is: some small comfort he's been allowed for good behavior. He hasn't, after all, been defiant since his head was taken off and put back right. So he should be grateful for this.
It takes a while to put a response together, given how difficult it is to type with his fingers shaking so much. ]
my hands are still attached :) i miss you more than i can say if i were a poet i'd put it in verse
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When the phone's shoved at him and he actually manages to understand what he's reading, Jefferson's first thought is that it's a trick. A test of obedience. And though the thought of telling Kenzi what happened crosses his mind, it's quickly stamped down. He'd never be able to get the message out before the phone's taken away and he's punished for even being stupid enough to try. The realization-- that he's so close to possible salvation, but he can't reach for it-- causes him to laugh, sharply and hysterically, before it bleeds into a short sob.
He'll just take this for what it is: some small comfort he's been allowed for good behavior. He hasn't, after all, been defiant since his head was taken off and put back right. So he should be grateful for this.
It takes a while to put a response together, given how difficult it is to type with his fingers shaking so much. ]
my hands are still attached
:)
i miss you more than i can say
if i were a poet i'd put it in verse