2:15 AM.

He can’t help but groan as soon as he hears his ringtone, blindly reaching for the phone vibrating around on his bedside table.

He opens his eyes, rubbing them with the back of his hand as his eyes adjust to the bright light.

Your name is across his screen, along with a photo of you smiling for the camera. He immediately sits up. You would only call this late if it was an emergency.

He answers the call, putting the phone up to his ear. “Hey, you alright?”