He had awoken the next morning, almost forgetting Asami had left a message. He didn't remember what exactly it had said, but he could guess. /Fuck./ He couldn't tell her what he'd done, but he felt she deserved at least some sort of explanation, even if it was amateur. He knew Asami had hope for him, /so maybe he could get away with lying./ Without any second thoughts, he picked up the phone, and dialed her number.
Normall so late in the morning, Asami would be at Future Industries. Given her late night talk with Detective Mako however made Asami oversleep. It wasn’t until the second to last ring that Asami finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She asked through a yawn.
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