He knows better ...

[dc_knight]

He really does. But it's late and he's wired enough to be working and tired enough that he can't really focus. So he sits on his bed, staring blankly at a book he can't focus on, and ignoring the part of his brain that is connected to hers is poking at him. His gut is churning. The last time it churned like this, she called him up in tears. She and Charles had a fight and in the course of it, he'd backhanded her hard enough that the bruise cropped up immediately. He'd begged her to leave. She'd gone back.

Groaning, he grabbed his phone and sent a simple message. If she wanted to ignore it, she could. But if she needed to talk, he was awake and available. Either way, just the contact made him feel better.

Miss you.

And he did.