probably super late sunday/early monday week 7

[crazily]

[ Weirdly, Break actually isn't in his room or getting punched by Undyne. In fact, he doesn't return to his room until very late at night/early the next morning. He has a handkerchief in his hand that's stained with blood, but he tosses it on one of the beds without much thought. Break paces around the room briefly, and it seems like he's anxious about something, but finally, he laughs. His gaze turns up, and he feels stupid doing this, but he takes a seat on his bed and folds his hand in his lap. He's not quite looking at anything, and his breath is heavy and wet because of the death shocks, but he still speaks to... seemingly no one. ]

...If you're listening, then let me just say first that you're a bastard, Gilbert.

[ He's talking about the letters here, as will become clear as he continues. Break shifts uncomfortably where he's sitting on his bed, since this is a bit awkward, but he just continues talking softly. ]

But... I'll do my best. There was a while where I hesitated, but it's like I said to you before. I have to remember my priorities. Even if— Even if it doesn't end up working in the end, I have to try and survive. I still have no intention of dying here. I'll take your stupid letter to heart.

[ There's another pause, but this one is longer before he stands up. ]

I just wanted you to know that. Even if you're dead, I know you'd be worrying like an idiot.

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[stupidly]

[A flick to the yes paper, which is the only one left up by now.

If he really needs Break immediately, he can always just throw another handkerchief at his face or something anyway. THIS IS FINE...

That said, though there are definitely a lot of things he has left to say - and things he wants to ask, like where were you until now - he's pretty much reached his limit. So after a few more seconds of silence stretch out, Break will be able to feel a touch against his shoulder first, and then a hand resting against the top of his head. Break isn't Oz or Alice, but he figures he could use a good headpat now regardless. It's the most he can do to communicate everything he can't say: that he's sorry, that he'll be here if he's needed, that he'll do his best from where he is, that he'll still hope beyond his damndest that Break will survive.]

[crazily]

[ The flick of the "yes" gets Break to sigh heavily, and it's easy to see the exhaustion in how his body moves. He bows his head deeply so it's more like he's hanging his head, and it seems like he might slump against his dresser at any moment. But he doesn't, thankfully. He pulls himself up, since he actually will sleep tonight for once, but the touch on his shoulder gets him to stop. He thinks that there's something else that Gilbert wants to say to him, and just with how Break thinks, he's still assuming that it's something more direct and informational. He listens for something else, since he's expecting to have his attention drawn somewhere else.

The touch against his head instead gets his eye to widen briefly, but the expression of surprise soon softens into understanding. He almost wants to criticize Gilbert for continuing to waste his time and energy on things like this, but he decides that he's too tired to do so. Though perhaps part of him is just denying that there's a comfort in that gesture. Break actually doesn't move away immediately, and he mulls over his thoughts before speaking. What he actually says is also rather surprisingly gentle and sincere, both of which are qualities that Break very, very rarely shows to others minus perhaps Sharon and her family. ]

You didn't deserve to die at all, much less like that. If I had— [ He pauses and seems to change his mind about what he wants to say, then just bows his head lightly. ] I'm sorry, Gilbert. I couldn't protect you either.

[ But after that, Break walks over to whichever bed is closer and flops down on it quite unceremoniously. It almost looks like he passed out for a second like that, but luckily Gilbert won't have to have a heart attack over that. Break has one more parting thing to say. ]

...But so long as things are like this, then just continue to be my left eye. You can see and hear things that I can't, so just report back to me when you can. I'll talk to Rhys and see about figuring out something that's quicker than the paper.

[ Break closes his eye, then sighs in a way that comes with him visibly relaxing. It seems like he's not even going to change into night clothes, but that's probably not that new... Break probably just takes random naps when he's too exhausted to continue without one. He grabs a pillow and pulls it closer, since it seems like he's not even going to crawl up the bed, but the last part is muffled into a pillow: ]

If there's a way to save you, I'll find it.

[ But after that, Break will actually be fairly quick to go to sleep. It's not any longer than usual, though. Just five hours or so and Break will wake up with a start in a cold sweat, but whatever he was dreaming of will remain a mystery. ]