video: steph/eddie.
[SIGH. She takes a second to pull her hair out of her face before tinkering with the tablet. Ring, ring on Skype until he accepts the call, and the tablet is propped up on a couple of pillows. When he answers, she's smiling. Tired, but smiling in her dimly-lit bedroom. She's sitting on her bed, cross-legged and exhausted. Purple under her eyes, blonde hair a mess in her ponytail, in her underwear, dinosaur knee highs and one of the countless t-shirts she's commandeered. But, she makes sure to smile when he pops up on the screen. With an eyebrow wiggle:] Why haven't we Skype-sexed before?