action; 1/?

[Rex, who, based on whether or not he got lucky last night (although unfortunately the odds are looking to be in his favor 😒), either got back several or only one hour before. He's not as heavy as a sleeper as one would expect, especially when sleeping anywhere outside of HQ. Rex's true nature is that of a paranoid runaway- It's why he lays the douche facadee on so damn thick, most of the time. When his phone buzzes beneath whatever foul (dead) beast's carcass his head rests upon, he immediately shoots up from slumber, bumping his head against the roof of the tent.]

AH! Huh. Oh.

[He swallows nervously before actually... Looking at the device.]

Oh, fuck. Did he text me...? Oh my gawd! What if it's the wife? Oh shit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuck-

[But when he glances at the screen-]