[ The familiar banter, the teasing, miraculously managing to pick up their moods out of the dust and out from the morose insomnia they'd both been languishing in at the start. Just Allison's mere presence, like this, already makes it better.
It makes him want to slide out of bed already, pad over to the bathroom in bare feet, move through it and tentatively knock at her door. Why keep using the mental network when they don't have to anymore? When he could actually be hearing her voice again, the quickfire volley of her words out loud?
But old habits die hard; those doors were always unbroachable, for so many years; so he keeps typing. ]
How's the view up there from the high road, miss 'never became a bare-knuckle boxer'? (Even Diego did it.)
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It makes him want to slide out of bed already, pad over to the bathroom in bare feet, move through it and tentatively knock at her door. Why keep using the mental network when they don't have to anymore? When he could actually be hearing her voice again, the quickfire volley of her words out loud?
But old habits die hard; those doors were always unbroachable, for so many years; so he keeps typing. ]
How's the view up there from the high road, miss 'never became a bare-knuckle boxer'? (Even Diego did it.)