Getting out of work late is always an annoyance, but today it’s an inconvenience you really don’t need. The insistent ringing is audible through the front door as you power walk towards it, and you lunge to shove your key into the lock, jiggling it impatiently, falling into your home and tossing your bag aside in a dash to answer the phone.

Emmet's been away for almost a week, a special guest appearance at the Battle Maison, the double battle master on tour. It’s close to midnight in Kalos and while he’s due back tomorrow, you wouldn’t want him to go to sleep without the nightly ritual of kisses and affectionate chatter.

At this time he'll be lounging on the bed in his hotel room, propped up on the pillows with his hair a little mussed, the belt with his Poké Balls carefully coiled on the nightstand, because he can never be too far from them even when asleep, and his coat carefully hung on the back of the door because Emmet is fiercely proud of his uniform and the responsibilities it signifies. The handset nearly goes flying when you tackle it and frantically thumb the button to take the call.

“Hi, do you remember me? I am Emmet.” His voice is tired but warm and you grin immediately at the familiar in-joke, cradling the phone and leaning into it. You can hear his smile over the line as he speaks, see it in your mind's eye while you make your way to the couch and sink into the cushions with his disembodied voice clutched to your ear.