Notes: Thanks to Lyssie for looking over this and for the title. Comments, critique and generally all feedback would be loved at cosmic1982@hotmail.com

Dedicated to Timey! Happy Birthday, dear. :) *snugs*

Pick up, pick up, pick up--

Hey, it’s me.

Yes, me, Nathan. And before you say anything--

I’m pretty sure that’s anatomically impossible.

...

Please don’t hang up.

Would it help if I said I was sorry?

There’s a place for Askani philosophy, but this isn’t it. I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for what I did. I’m sorry for generally being a donkey.

Stop giggling. I meant to say jackass. On second thought, don’t stop, I like the sound of you laughter.

No, I’m not just trying to suck up to you so you’ll forgive me, where’d you get that idea?

The last time, huh? Well, I’ve grown and matured since then. And gotten a different hair color.

No, I’m not saying the fact my hair’s gray is your fault.

Dom...

Please.

Where am I? On a payphone. More specifically? Look out of the window. To the left.

Yes, I’m aware it’s pouring. But I love you and I wanted to tell you I’m sorry and it was all my fault and...

I’m not babbling.

Stop laughing at me. I don’t look like a drowned rodent. I don’t.

You could?

Jamaican blend? I’ll be right there.

~fin