It's not graceful or elegant at all. She'd long-ago set Sal's message notification to be its own unique sound effect, so she'd stop lurching for it in desperate hope every time anyone under the sun messaged her, so she'd know not to let her heart scrabble its way into her throat. This time, that sound makes her scramble for the communicator, trying to unlock it, instead dropping it, swearing up a storm, hoping she hasn't cracked the goddamn screen, before she's finally able to seize it and type out a response as quickly as she can:
I'm at home. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you back?
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It's not graceful or elegant at all. She'd long-ago set Sal's message notification to be its own unique sound effect, so she'd stop lurching for it in desperate hope every time anyone under the sun messaged her, so she'd know not to let her heart scrabble its way into her throat. This time, that sound makes her scramble for the communicator, trying to unlock it, instead dropping it, swearing up a storm, hoping she hasn't cracked the goddamn screen, before she's finally able to seize it and type out a response as quickly as she can:
I'm at home. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you back?
Do you remember me?