[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.]
[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.]
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In my sink. Yes. That's her.
[What a mess.]
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[Yes. Well observed Skye.]
That's... oh my god. ... Okay. Uh. You-- you do what you need to do.
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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.]
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I'll do my best. You too, Skye.