@vilestblood said: ❛ No, it’s okay. You didn’t wake me. ❜
DAVY FRETS. "Are you sure? Are you certain?" His phone is pressed so close to the side of his face that the warmth of its screen begins to feel oppressive. Sighing, he brings his phone away from his face to check his email—again—and put Antonín on speaker.
"I cannot sleep," he blurts. He sounds loud and abrupt in his dark, empty apartment—in his lumpy, empty bed. (He loves and hates living alone.)
"And you are always working, I know, so I thought that, maybe, you would be awake. Hopefully not too busy, but awake. — are you busy?"





