[Nikolai doesn't believe much in signs, but...it's a curious coincidence that they're both awake at this small, dark hour when they should be asleep. That he happens to reach for his phone at that moment, restless in his half-empty bed. He stares at the question for so long that his eyes forget how to discern shapes in the surrounding dark of his room. All he can see is her searing bright words, and nothingness.
Yes, he begins to type. One by one, he deletes the letters. He's had enough of getting burned by honesty.]
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Yes, he begins to type. One by one, he deletes the letters. He's had enough of getting burned by honesty.]
Why, are you taking a poll?