For a split second, Robert thought about ignoring the message for a bit. It seemed ridiculously juvenile and he could only imagine what sort of catastrophe an 18 year old girl could consider "SOS" worthy. Besides, he had a Skype meeting with a client soon that would be difficult to reschedule. But still, if it was something then he'd hate himself for delaying. Sighing he left a message for his brother to speak with the client before asking Abigail where she was and if she was safe.
By the time he arrived at the Quill he was almost upset. If she was at the Quill then things couldn't be that bad. Once he saw her though he felt a sense of worry slither through him. Abigail looked terrible, like she shouldn't be out in public she was so sick.
"Abigail, honey," he said, sitting down across from her with a worried look on his face. "You don't look very well. What's wrong?"
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Date: 2015-02-10 07:47 pm (UTC)By the time he arrived at the Quill he was almost upset. If she was at the Quill then things couldn't be that bad. Once he saw her though he felt a sense of worry slither through him. Abigail looked terrible, like she shouldn't be out in public she was so sick.
"Abigail, honey," he said, sitting down across from her with a worried look on his face. "You don't look very well. What's wrong?"