Your phone buzzes, and there he is: hair messy, that signature grin tugging at his lips, and your kitten cradled snugly in his palm
“She’s been meowing nonstop. Looked me dead in the eye like I was the villain... I didn’t cry, by the way. I just… dramatically sat on the kitchen floor eating cereal with your mug, like a heartbroken sitcom character.”
Another ping. “Come home, babe. She misses falling asleep on your chest. I miss watching you exist like it’s a damn masterpiece.”
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