Will scrubbed his hands over his face. "Okayokayokay. Shhhh now." He dialed her number, anxiously chewing his thumbnail. When it went to voicemail, he had a complete blank for a full two seconds, wasting precious time.
"Luna! I missed you, I'm so sorry! So... Colorado? That's a fucking- place. You should- uh- stars! I saw- you were just- we haven't had a chance to talk since the party, and when you were the moon I just- I can't really deal. Fuck. I'm fucking this up. I've had wine I found in Tuck's kitchen..." He paused and took a big breath to refocus. "Do you want me to ask Peitho? No- fuck Peitho! Let's just run away. No! No I didn't mean that. I meant I just want to go and read books in the park with you. Just that is fine. Just you is fine. I have a lot to offer but it's all just internal stuff and sword-fighting, I am very broke. But I have a good line- I see stars when I look at you. Your eyes. GOD damn. ARGH just come back soon. Stay safe."
He dropped his phone on the ground and smacked his hands over his face. "I hate voicemails! I can never get them right!"