Re: Phone Call: Seven/Marta
[He's expecting silence. Awkward silence, silence that weighs heavy like lead against the middle of his chest. So the silence doesn't catch him short -- if anything, makes it easier. Expected is easy, he tells himself.]
I'm fine, Marta. [A pause.] Okay, that's bullshit. I'm worried about you. Are you just saying you're good because you feel like you have to?