"Shit, why doesn't anyone ever tell me anything?!"
They really do, but. . .
A breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Okay. We're about 5 miles out. I'll rescue you when we pull in."
“. . . That would explain why Im stuffed in the back seat of Cowboy’s ride. I never left, y’know.”
Flipping his driver the middle finger jokingly, he sits up.
“Get me outta’ here.”
"You're still asleep? It's 1pm."
A pause, a shake of her head, a snort of a laugh.
"Calling to check up on you. . . And to let you know we picked up stakes again. Didn't want you to come back out and find an empty field."
She's ringing @CEPHAL0TUS on the holo, hoping to god he picked up.
It was nothing pressing, no emergency. But they'd made a promise that if the loneliness ever started to creep in, they'd call.
Nighttime always seemed to bring the feeling, when they were apart.