( @northgrit / cont. )
it’s so good to see him. it always is, of course, but it feels like it’s been forever, time stretching out so long that she can barely remember what home feels like. this place, isn’t it? it does something to you, and so much shit has happened that having balfour’s face right there, ever handsome even in his pixelated glory, is soothing in itself.
what she wouldn’t give for a hug from him right now, eh?
georgie has to settle for reaching out, touching his face on the screen with the tips of her fingers, letting memory do the rest. they’ve been good to her, her memories --- not always, because the worse things have gone, the more kenya’s been on her mind, but any memory of balfour is a good one. it’s making her smile, hearing his voice.
he’s home. but home is thousands of miles away. she doesn’t even know what time it is there.
❝ i really bloody miss you. ❞ she loves him and she misses him, and even if this connection drops right now, she’s glad she had the chance to say hi. ❝ yeah, yeah, i’m alright. it’s been--- ❞ bloody difficult. they haven’t half had a time of it, have they? earthquakes, the kids, elvis showing up, azizi, rab. her smile falters, just a tiny bit. ❝ ---interesting. but go on, tell me about home. my parents being civil? ❞
