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Δ: We all fall off the wagon sometimes

[The communicator should not be on, but it is, oops. The room is dark with a strange, ethereal red glow in the corner. Nothing else can be seen but the red glow. The glow is transferred into a smaller container. A keen eye will be able to notice the smaller container is a syringe. Oh my.]

[A bizarre, strangled noise is heard after the color fades into the blackness. Brief panting comes next, then a slam of Delta accidentally hitting a closet in a brief foggy moment caused by the cards he's been dealt. It's drugs or craziness here, folks.]

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...Johnny?

[He grabs the communicator shakily, and flips it off.]

Yuu?

..Was it on?

[He's getting better at typing now! It just..takes more time.]

Yeah... It was pretty hard to tell what was happening, though. Just um...

Are you okay?

[The slamming noise jolts Eleanor out of bed, and she sits up with a bleary expression. Normally she'd have just felt the strangeness in the other's mind, but since their connection isn't quite the same anymore, it's just regular intuition that has her concerned. That and the fact that the noise just woke her up.]

... Father...? What's wrong?

[He wearily sits back down on his bed, trembling subtly. He overshot it. He took too much, enough to make him feel almost the same way when he first injected that nasty stuff into his veins. Delta reaches for the PDA on his bed stand, staring at the blurry keys until they eventually come back into focus.]

I'm fine, Eleanor. I didn't mean to wake you up.

I was feeling strange because of no ADAM, so I made some from the closet. That's all.

[At least he's gotten better at typing. It takes him longer, but typos are less frequent.]

ADAM? Father, I don't think that's a good idea...

[She feels a little hypocritical, having injected her father's ADAM into herself, but her unique circumstances have made it less of a problem for her - for now, at the very least.]

Are you sure you're alright?

[Really, she's not entirely sure what's keeping him alive anymore, given the tenuousness of their connection now, but for the time being she's more than happy to accept that it's the way this place works. She just wants him to be able to be happy again

Eleanor stands up and puts a hand on his arm, eying the injection port warily.]

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