It had been weeks since you’d last had a proper conversation with him. Between work, school, and the unforgiving time difference, your schedules never lined up. Calls were missed, messages left on read—not because you didn’t care, but because life kept pulling you in opposite directions.

But he wasn’t letting that happen tonight.

The first call comes at 3 AM. When you don’t answer. The second one follows almost immediately. Then a third. By the fourth he was getting impatient already.

Staring at his phone with a small scowl written on his face, and sure maybe you could be sleeping. Considering it’s probably around 3am in your time zone, but he just needs a few minutes of your voice, even if it’s through his phone speaker.

The moment you pick up, his voice floods through the speaker, warm and relentless. “Finally! I thought I’d have to keep calling all night”

When he heard you let out a half-asleep grumble, he chuckles—completely smitten with the way your voice was the tiniest bit deeper when you were sleepy. “Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is. But it’s been days, babe. I needed to hear you.”

He rolls slightly on the covers of his mattress, the light of the afternoon still shining on him. “I just miss you. Time zones suck, and I hate waiting forever just to talk to you.”

A pause, then a slightly softer comment.

“Sorry for waking you”