[ Late, late on the 16th, almost the 17th, Blake's finally replies. He's seen all the messages, heard the voicemails, and John doesn't know what to say. He goes with the only thing he can think of, voice strained and quiet. ]
I'm here.
[ For that it's worth, at least. Far, far too late. ]
voice;
I'm here.
[ For that it's worth, at least. Far, far too late. ]