[Roy's stiff and heavy settling into a chair. He has to stop himself from blindly reaching out across the table to touch Hughes again, stalling himself into curling his hands on the table. His heart keeps pounding anxiously in the lull between Hughes's words like he might actually just. Disappear. And when he doesn't Roy laughs weakly in relief and because he missed that practical, snarky voice of his so fucking much.]

Yes. I'm already investigating possibilities. I have a contact, I'll need you to check him out. What else did you find out?