Oswald Wuthridge

Ossie wakes up from death for the second time this month, sighs to himself, and... lays there. For another hour. All that and he died of a stray gunshot. Christ. Still, if Bash seems to think that Giles is back to himself, then that's a relief, right? It should be a relief. The parts he's unable to handle are over, now it is the hours of rebuilding and healing that make up the whole reason a Freehold retains Spring to begin with.

At 7:20, Bash gets his response.


Bash

I'll pass the message right along, and I'll be round in a jiff.
Coffee?

Ossie

It's a little bit before Ossie gets back to him, for the reason that he doesn't feel up to any sort of comforting. But about an hour or so later, Dimitri gets a reply.


Both Giles and myself are alive and ourselves.
You've nothing to worry about and no reason to apologise.
Are you alright? Are you hurt?

[ Ossie's squeal in delight is almost definitely audible from wherever Phil is, and he immediately bring it in his room to gush to Giles- how thoughtful it was, how they ought to have him over for tea some time. It goes down a treat. ]