The Watchtower, Earth Orbit [Wednesday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

It was a good thing that they were off for Thanksgiving today. Jaime would have skipped class if there had been any. There wasn't any way he would have been able to pay attention anyway.

He was too busy poring over files. After his talk with Dinah on Monday he'd started calling in favors. He'd tossed an email to Oracle, he'd suited up and

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[blondecanary]

Dinah was needing to talk to someone. Someone who was still safe. Not under threat.

Please, Jaime, let everything still be okay.

*ring*

[weldedtomyspine]

Given how on-edge Jaime was, the phone was answered before it even finished the first ring. "Hello," he said, voice sharp with worry.

[blondecanary]

"Hey. Just me. No new news here." Dinah took a breath. "How are you doing?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime didn't know whether to sigh with relief, or with frustration, that nothing was new with Dinah.

"Frustrated, to be honest," Jaime admitted, careful to keep his tone wry.