[ He nods, having written nothing more than Estelle's name. Writing while standing up and being looked at is hard, and he can't for the life of him think of what else to write ]
Right. 'Cause we're stuck here.
[ Which he hasn't been thinking about, and now he's thinking about it. His brows furrow, and he looks at Estelle's name, and he feels so horrendously useless.
He snaps the little notebook shut and shoves it in the back pocket of his jeans. ]
Well, at least you got something to write on. [ He achieved something at least! ]
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Right. 'Cause we're stuck here.
[ Which he hasn't been thinking about, and now he's thinking about it. His brows furrow, and he looks at Estelle's name, and he feels so horrendously useless.
He snaps the little notebook shut and shoves it in the back pocket of his jeans. ]
Well, at least you got something to write on. [ He achieved something at least! ]