[voice message 211016: wesley wilson]
Louis: Hey… I’m sure you’re going to open your voice mail inbox and be like, wow, this guy’s clingy as fuck. I don’t mean to be annoying. It’s just, okay, Mabel came over last week and she…Well, we talked about that date you two had while I was away. Which, I mean, that’s not it, like I already knew about that. I knew when it happened, and you’d stopped sending me stuff and then you disappeared, so I’m not calling about that, not really. It’s just, she said you forgot about it? It isn’t like you. It isn’t like you to take someone out when you don’t mean to let alone forget about it, and I’m worried, to be honest. I’m really, I really worry about you and you being ghost like this is making it harder not to think the worst. Whatever it is, you can talk to me, you know that right? Or if you don’t want to, that’s okay, but please talk to someone. I hate to think that you’re going through something and you’re choosing to do it by yourself. It sounds like the kind of thing you’d do. You and me are really similar in some ways. It’s hard…for me to lean on someone else. I leaned on you, but that’s different. You’re different. So, I get that you might think you need to handle this by yourself or that you might be burdening other people but you don’t and you’re not. It’s okay to let other people in sometimes, Wes; it doesn’t always hurt. So, that’s all I wanted to say. I haven’t seen you since the festival, you know? I miss hearing your voice and I miss that dumb laugh of yours and your stupid sense of humour. There’s not a person on Earth who can make me laugh the way you do. Okay, I’m going to get off the phone now. I hate goodbyes, you know me, so I’m just going to say I’ll see you later and hope that I do.