[Being the idiot he was, Trauma completely missed processing what the fuck was going on until Claudio had disappeared.]
....
Fuck.
Trauma let out an irritated sound, and went to stand, promptly kicking Claudio's NV that had been dropped on the floor.]
...Motherfucking fuck.
[Trauma picked up the NV and turned it over in his hands a few times before smacking it against his palm. About all he could summarize the moment with was 'Fuck'. Because, honestly, he should've said something. He knew Claudio. The whole....Thinking...Thing...That didn't go over well. (Damn him for putting Trauma in this damn position and then walking off. That's not even fair. He's apparently had all this time to deal with it and can't give Terry ten minutes. Even if that wasn't- God. Fuck. He hated his brain.) To make things worse, dipshit had gone and left the only way to communicate, and considering his 'I'm about to go drown my sorrows' comment, that seemed really fucking stupid.
If it were anyone else, Trauma would probably have shrugged, called someone else to deal with it, and have gone off to think....It being Claudio however, Trauma went down the stairs, grabbed his bag from the table, and went to go try and figure out where the idiot had gone, because between the sirens and the fact that it really was not fucking fair to run off like that, he needed to find the guy.]
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....
Fuck.
Trauma let out an irritated sound, and went to stand, promptly kicking Claudio's NV that had been dropped on the floor.]
...Motherfucking fuck.
[Trauma picked up the NV and turned it over in his hands a few times before smacking it against his palm. About all he could summarize the moment with was 'Fuck'. Because, honestly, he should've said something. He knew Claudio. The whole....Thinking...Thing...That didn't go over well. (Damn him for putting Trauma in this damn position and then walking off. That's not even fair. He's apparently had all this time to deal with it and can't give Terry ten minutes. Even if that wasn't- God. Fuck. He hated his brain.) To make things worse, dipshit had gone and left the only way to communicate, and considering his 'I'm about to go drown my sorrows' comment, that seemed really fucking stupid.
If it were anyone else, Trauma would probably have shrugged, called someone else to deal with it, and have gone off to think....It being Claudio however, Trauma went down the stairs, grabbed his bag from the table, and went to go try and figure out where the idiot had gone, because between the sirens and the fact that it really was not fucking fair to run off like that, he needed to find the guy.]