EUDIO: IC INBOX

[harrisonwells]

"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."

text | voice | video | network un: starlabs

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[harrisonwells]

Oh I'm sorry, which of us started this at three in the morning? Remind me.

[malingerer]

[ somewhere, on a beach with a total station set up nearby, eobard thawne sits back on one hand, lets his head loll back up skyward in thought. ]

Touché.
Go on. One question. I don’t intend to be transactional; you must know, instinctively and intellectually, that time isn’t to be trifled with. Can’t have you running home with some theory of quantum gravity you didn’t rightfully earn.

[harrisonwells]

My Earth stabilized CFL quark matter years ago. My Earth is doing fine, I'm sure we'll stumble into all your advancements eventually.

[In his rented house, still pitch black except for the light from his phone for the last hour, Harrison taps his glasses against his lips and slips them back on.]

Who are you going back to when you leave?

[malingerer]

[ long, long pause. ]

Good night, Harrison.

[ impossible to tell in text whether the words are touched with anger, or acidity. they might even be gentle. in real time eobard stands up, flips the phone onto mute and pockets it, picks up his black duffel. the sun will be rising soon. he’d like to be home before then. ]