((Alone at a dinner table Clive sits, his soup in front of him with naught more than a few sips in it and cold. When he feels his phone vibrate, part of him honestly does hope it's a phone call. Anything to break the usual silence of his house.
But he's regardless glad to see the text. A smile crosses his lips.))
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But he's regardless glad to see the text. A smile crosses his lips.))
Excellent. Do you need me to pick you up?