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[potholeoffortune]

I've seen some disasters in my day, but last night was aiming for some kind of prize.

First Jona running off to save Jean.
Then our poor Maria getting inducted into all this unpleasantness.
And the terrifying ordeal that was the attack on Eric.
The tense and awkward hospital wait.
And the news reports....

That's quite the list. I can't decide if I feel safer sleeping now, because more misfortune added to that pile would just be silly... or if I don't want to sleep ever again because it scares me.

I can figure that out just a little later. My first mission is to see to Jona. The poor guy's been hit hard by everything, and he needs sleep first. I'll watch over him, and while I'm at it, maybe I can sort out my own thoughts.

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[omnischolar]

When you list it like that, Lyle, it's almost comical.

It was intentional. I'm sure of that. It wants to dishearten us. It wants us tired and scared and unable to fight back. That doesn't make it any easier to face what's been done, though.

Give Jona an extra hug from Eric and I. He did really well. And if you ever need help with any of those thoughts, I'm here.

[personalpandemic]

"Unpleasantness". Are you vying with Cori for the most-understatement-of-the-year award? Because while he's still winning, I think you just took a comfortable second place.

I'm going to start babbling if I stay awake too much longer, though. If I'm not already. Is this me babbling? It might be. If you need help sorting out your thoughts, though, I'm here. I'm very happy to have you watching over me. Otherwise I wouldn't want to sleep. Ever again. What's a little insanity between friends and lovers, right?

Once I've had a few hours sleep, you'll get some sleep, too. The world will look better than, or so I'm told. I'll be sure to look after you very well. I love watching your sleeping face, anyway.

[artistwithoutacause]

We should win a prize. The FML, FUBAR, Darwin-Honorary-Mention, sparkly unicorn piss prize.

Then we could shove it down that thing's throat.

Don't worry bud. None of us know how to handle this. You're doing just fine. Just stop your boy Jona from worrying himself to little crunchy pieces and you'll be golden.

[aclevername]

I feel like we should win something after tonight. Something other than a "You Survived" award, though that's pretty good.

Go tie Jona to the bed, though. If he and the cat don't stop running around the apartment, we may need to figure out what the dosage for chloroform is.