Re: [Call: Amy/Si]
[He hears the song and just chuckles. As Amy talks, he smokes. Then, on an exhale, dryly:] Thanks for the permission. [But, he knows what she means.—The whole 'going away' thing is dramatic, he thinks. He just said he was going to not have a phone for a bit, and suddenly everyone was acting like he was shipping off to war. He's still not driving, though the engine's on. Instead, he fusses around, going through things. A laugh is spared for the picture of her walking into a lake.] How Woolf of you. You know I don't think you're going to do that? [Another snick of the lighter. This time, he holds his breath for a minute before replying. Croakily:] Today would be six.