“Not at all. I’ve been awake for a while. How are you feeling? You sound a little stressed.” He said softly, watched him from the small cafe he was sitting at, and just how long it would take the other to hear the airports background noise echo back to him.
“A little harried, yes, but somewhat better now that I’ve got a moment to talk to you.” Hakuba didn’t want to risk sounding clingy or overly sappy, so he hoped that his mostly casual response veiled his feelings effectively enough. “I’m at the airport now… just waiting until boarding, which won’t be long now. God, I’m sorry this past weekend was such a mess.”
He took a sip of coffee, then frowned at it. Not nearly enough cream or sugar. Alas. The detective drank more, anyway; he really needed to wake up.
“I know we’re just twenty-two and a half miles apart, but it already feels like I’m 5,963 miles away…"