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Of course.

Is something wrong?

[citharede]

No. I mean yeah, but I'm fine, it's not a big deal.

[enveloped]

It doesn't need to be a big deal for you not to be fine.

What happened?

[citharede]

[ A long delay as she gets teary again and the screen blurs. She wipes her eyes, annoyed at herself. ]

Just something shitty happened to a friend, and I guess I don't know what to do about it.

[enveloped]

How shitty?

[Warning bells are already starting to go off in Cam's head.]

Are they hurt? Have they been removed from the situation? Do they need help?

[citharede]

I don't know.

I mean

I don't know. It's complicated. It's really complicated.

[enveloped]

Who is it Athena?

Can you bring them home?

[citharede]

I can't tell you. Not without asking him first.

Please can you just stay here for a couple of days? There's nothing we can do anyway, I just

God I can't TELL YOU anything, Cam, I promised I wouldn't, can you just come over?

[enveloped]

I don't want to interrogate them. I want to make sure they have somewhere safe to go, should they need it.

I already said I would come over.

[A pause before the next text.]

Just promise me this isn't a domestic abuse situation.

[citharede]

It isn't.

[ Another long long pause. She can say this much, right? She can say this much without giving anything away. ]

He fucking died. Not here, not

He just

Back where he came from he just fucking dies and he found out about it from someone else back where he's from and it's completely FUCKING FUCKED UP.

[enveloped]

That's awful.

[Cam is packing a bag as they speak.]

Did you ask Jeff if it's alright for me to come over?

[citharede]

Yeah. He's good with it. You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch.

[enveloped]

Keep your bed. I'll sleep on the couch.

My feet would hang off the end anyway.

Be over in a few.