( the silence lingers between the two of them, and it's comfortable and familiar enough that samatoki isn't complaining. he thinks he can fall asleep just listening to ichiro's breathing, a rhythmic (nearly hypnotic) in, out, in, out, but it's not the same over the phone.
it doesn't even come close. so he doesn't even hesitate when ichiro speaks up again. )
I'm here.
( ichiro doesn't need to know he had somewhere else to be but he'd stood them up as soon as he got this call. )
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it doesn't even come close. so he doesn't even hesitate when ichiro speaks up again. )
I'm here.
( ichiro doesn't need to know he had somewhere else to be but he'd stood them up as soon as he got this call. )