|Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-05-08 19:09:00
|Entry tags:||deborah morgan, dexter morgan, zz:status complete|
He knew in his heart that he shouldn't have put off calling Deb for so long. Dexter couldn't say why he'd done it, but he had. He supposed a part of him was hoping that she'd adjust to this place just a little before he had any contact with her so she'd be just a little bit calmer.
It wasn't likely, though.
Especially since he'd not returned her call quickly. She was going to be pissed off.
Dexter hit callback on his phone and listened to it ring. The side of himself that was really ashamed at what he'd done hoped that he'd just get an answering machine. So she could call him back later and yell at him. He knew though, really knew, that he needed her to answer so he could talk to her and let her know that he was here too. That she wasn't alone.
He sighed and sat on the couch, listening to the phone ring.
Christ, didn't she even have voicemail? How long had she set this thing to keep ringing?