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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hackitude]

[She rings him back like five minutes later.]

[infomodder]

[He should have known better, shouldn't he.

He lets it ring once. Thinks about ignoring it and maybe sending her something else in text. Something more definite. It rings again. He thinks about trying to find a way to turn it off. It rings again, and he remembers who the hell she is and what she can do.

So it's the fourth ring when he picks it back up, mutters:]

Not okay with you?

[hackitude]

I just... want to check you're okay. ... Are you okay right now? You sound... not okay.

[infomodder]

[He is 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000% not okay.]

Haven't seen her in a while. Didn't think I'd see her again. That's all.

[because she's dead]

[hackitude]

O...kay. So... then, this is a good thing, right?

[infomodder]

[For the first time, he's actually glad he explained his accusations to someone.]

You remember when I told you about why I got locked up? The fourth girl, the one Freddie Lounds might call her friend? Remember?

[Guess who that fourth girl was.]

[hackitude]

Wait, the girl... whose ear...?

[infomodder]

[Whatever joy there was in his voice before the mere name of Abigail was brought up is completely gone. There is joy in seeing her again, of course. There's none in why it is that seeing her again is so joyous.]

In my sink. Yes. That's her.

[What a mess.]

[hackitude]

... Oh my god.

[Yes. Well observed Skye.]

That's... oh my god. ... Okay. Uh. You-- you do what you need to do.

[infomodder]

[He's quiet for a second, realizes what he did. How he was apparently perfectly content to just cut her off with no explanation and how that isn't a good feeling. Skye's smart, now understands why, but that doesn't excuse the fact that had she not called back? It's entirely possible he would've just left her hanging, for lack of a better word.]

Thank you. [Because saying "sorry" is difficult.] If I don't get back with you tomorrow, feel free to hit me up yourself.

[He is going to have so many people to talk to, he knows.]

[hackitude]

... Sure thing. ... Take it easy, okay Mr. G?

[infomodder]

[Half-sigh, half-laugh-to-keep-from-something-worse, that's what she gets.]

I'll do my best. You too, Skye.