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[citharede]

[ Okay, so Jeff was clearly upset when he gave her this number, because Jeff is about as good at hiding his feelings as a dog. Still, it's not like she can just... not call. It's Cam. Cam is here.

She's laying on her bed with her feet in the air when she calls him, still not really believing it is him. Not really. ]

Hey, is this Cameron Waltz? I mean, I assume it is, unless I have the totally wrong number.

behold, a conversation in four successive texts:

[bardish]

so what kind of food do you eat?

I forgot to ask you that before

do you have any food allergies?

i don't want to accidentally poison you with a peanut or something!

text; @citharede

[citharede]

Do you ever think about how meatballs are basically meatloaf cupcakes.

voice;

[citharede]

JEFF IS IN THE FUCKING JUNGLE AND WE HAVE TO GO GET HIM.

text; @citharede

[citharede]

Hey.

[ She sends that one word and then drapes an arm over her face, her eyes burning again. She swallows twice and wipes her eyes and goes back to texting before he thinks she's a fucking tinder dude or something. ]

I have to ask Jeff if it's okay but if it is can you spend a night or two here?

voice; post-exploration fiasco

[bardish]

Hey, uh... I know you probably don't want to hear from me at all, after I let a guy lead me out into a haunted forest compound and we all nearly died...

I just wanted to make sure you were doing all right. And to thank you again for everything.

[ AWKWARD PAUSE. He's trying to decide if he should hang up now, only TOO MUCH TIME PASSES and now it'd be even more awkward to hang up, so... Uh... what to talk about... ]

Oh! I heard from Hank! He's doing well, recovering at the hospital. He sent me a gift basket as a kind of "sorry for accidentally kidnapping you and thank you for saving my life" thing!

...

It's full of shellfish. That's customary on his planet, apparently.

Do you like shellfish?

[ Oh god WHY DID HE SAY THAT? Uhh... UHHH...

Quickly: ] Okay, bye.

@mer.aisava; text

[secretarialhand]

Cameron,

Pardon any intrusion, but we wished to speak to you, should you have time.

LATE-NIGHT TEXTING

[bardish]

i hate insomnia
how ar eyou?

sorry i don't even know if you're up

ARE YOU UP CAM???

voice; DATE PLANNING

[bardish]

What sounds better? Noodles or tacos?

voice;

[pacifisticuffs]

Morning old boy. Just wanted to make you aware that I might have put my tab under your name yesterday evening. All a bit hazy, really.

[ It’s not. It’s not hazy at all. ]