You said you were better at calls than texts. [notapoodle]

[doesnt_dance]

directly following this.

He presses send, calling Ryan before he's exactly sure what he's doing. But they need to talk about this. And he really.. he needs Ryan's help here. He may not admit that... but boy, does he.

"Hey." It's practically a whisper, and he wonders if this was such a great idea after all.

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[notapoodle]

Ryan, it has to be said, is a little pre-occupied when his phone goes off. But thankfully he keeps his phone on him at all times, and despite currently being upside-down in some particular and mildly odd headstand yoga position, he's perfectly content to converse at the same time.

"How was the movie?" He can pretty much guess who it was without checking the ID.

[doesnt_dance]

"Weird," he answers automatically, wrinkling his nose.

[notapoodle]

"Yeah, I was getting that vibe," he retorts with a smirk to himself, though in his defense attempt to not add that smirk to his tone.

[doesnt_dance]

"Were you?" he asks, and the second the words are out of his mouth he realizes how useless they are.

He lets a beat pass, maybe two. And then he takes a deeeep breath.

"She knows."