♥
Ryan leaned against the wall of the break room, waiting patiently for Jenny's pre-recorded message to yield to a beep. Her arms were likely full with Sarah Grace and the image alone was enough to make him grin.
"Hey, honey," he said brightly to her voicemail. "Just letting you know that I'm actually going to be home at seven tonight. I tried to get it earlier but there's just a few loose ends I have to take care of." He'd already told her this, of course, and it hadn't taken much more than a declaration of his intentions to cut out early (or, rather, two hours after they would have been leaving on time if they weren't all a feedback loop of workaholics). But he'd hoped there was a chance that he might catch Jenny during a moment when they could both actually talk.
"I hope you guys are okay. I miss you, just wanted to hear your voice. I'll see you soon, sweetie. Love you."
Good thing Espo wasn't there to witness the moment of unguarded affection. Not that Ryan was particularly bothered by the disgusted faces and eye rolls he would have received. (Though he had no plans to admit to his partner that he was planning on swinging by the florist before heading home to pick up the just because bouquet he'd ordered for Jenny.)
