"Baby."

They can practically hear the desperation in Jude's voice across the phone line. They try to control their sobs, and Jude, on his bed, stands out of pure shock at their declaration. I want to break up. What? Why?

"W-what? What are you saying? You're joking, right?"

He looks around, fingers running through his hair in frustration; them calling him in the dead of night is not strange, no, he is used to hearing their voice as he would fall asleep. But they had just awoken him out of his almost-slumber, with his eyes wide, staring at nothing on the floor. "Tell me you're joking, love."