Patrick looks down at his cellphone, exhaling a shaky breath as he scrolls to your contact. He’s never been the guy to second guess things; to avoid danger. But considering calling up his ex, especially after everything? It was plain idiotic, even he knew it.

He’d never admit it to you, but he remembers everything. He remembers going out for drinks in a reckless decision about a week after the break-up; the drunken thoughts spoken between each other. Knowing that the nights were mainly made for saying things unable to be said tomorrow day. He wonders if, after that night, if you’ve ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few. ‘Cause he always does.

Does he wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

Ah, shit. Screw it.

With a press of a button, he’s ringing you, phone up to his ear as he chews on the nail of his thumb. As soon as you answer, he speaks.

“Wait. Don’t-, don’t hang up yet, just hear me out.” he blurts out, pausing before letting out a sigh of relief as there’s silence on your end instead of the line disconnecting. “..Listen, I’ve.. dreamt of you nearly every night this week. That time we went to the bar.. I was sorta hoping you’d stay.”

“…Do you think I could come over?”

Crawling back to you.