"Yeah." He waits for a moment after she hangs up to do likewise.
Tuesday Night Poker (which is really only a formality for "Tuesday Night beer-and-wings-away-from-the-significant-other-unless-he's-also-here,-in-which-case-expect-no-mercy,-and-also-poker" these days. He loves his friends.) doesn't start for another hour and a half.
But. He needs to take a shower, and make dinner, and...
He's not sure why relief she's alive feels so much like personal betrayal that she ever left. He's not the person whose op she ruined, and... she's back. Everything should be fine, now.
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Tuesday Night Poker (which is really only a formality for "Tuesday Night beer-and-wings-away-from-the-significant-other-unless-he's-also-here,-in-which-case-expect-no-mercy,-and-also-poker" these days. He loves his friends.) doesn't start for another hour and a half.
But. He needs to take a shower, and make dinner, and...
He's not sure why relief she's alive feels so much like personal betrayal that she ever left. He's not the person whose op she ruined, and... she's back. Everything should be fine, now.
Right?
Right.