Uh oh

Travis accepted the ice, and readily sucked on some - it did feel good. He nodded slowly. More broth sounded good. He felt terrible, but his stomach was still hungry after missing out on so many meals.

Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, he studied Angel for a few moments. It was hard - he knew he wasn't completely lucid, but he couldn't control it, which left him in a strange, foggy state of mind. "I just...I just wanna know what's...really going on." He shivered. "I don't...understand any of it."

Pausing, he frowned, his brow furrowing. Suddenly straightening up, he started to wheeze, and he gripped Angel's arm. "I can't..." He gasped for air. "Breathe..."


"Mm...it went okay." Con leaned over to pull Jamie up, and turned her to slide her onto his lap, and wrapped her in his big arms. After kissing her lips, he buried his face in her shoulder and sighed deeply. "We got the boy out. One Agency operative is dead. Nobody else was hurt." 

He stifled a yawn. "Been a long time since I've pulled off a shot like that. I dunno...felt kinda good to do something right for once." 

He nuzzled in closer. "Missed you though."