[Hey? Link is looking at the message. He's still looking down at his phone. His thumbs hover over the screen's face, not touching down upon the keyboard, for a few long moments like he's freeze-framed in the instant before falling. Like he's suspended just outside of the inevitable gravity.
He swallows, and goes back into motion. He's typing again. He must be falling.]
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He swallows, and goes back into motion. He's typing again. He must be falling.]
Im really glad
[That's just the only way he knows to say it.]