he's been in spain too long. well. no. it's not too long. he's managed to dislodge himself from sasha sleeping in the other room (the most difficult task by far), perching himself carefully on a chair in the small kitchen. he doesn't know what to say into the speaker, as if maybe he's forgotten how to talk. the words come out only after a bit of creaking and shifting about. ]
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[ shit.
he forgot to do the math.
he's been in spain too long. well. no. it's not too long. he's managed to dislodge himself from sasha sleeping in the other room (the most difficult task by far), perching himself carefully on a chair in the small kitchen. he doesn't know what to say into the speaker, as if maybe he's forgotten how to talk. the words come out only after a bit of creaking and shifting about. ]
I got your messages.
Finally.
[ A measured beat.
I miss you. ]
So... uh. Hi...