Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[Stupidly hopeful.] That's good, right? 'Cause you're not. A pain in the ass. I know he made you doubt that, made you doubt... bein' wanted, but—after—I mean, in the dream, after I got this girl to stop, I talked to her for a bit, y'know, 'cause I couldn't go anywhere. The room was the size of a closet by then. And I was just sittin' there, thinkin' about you, 'n' talkin' 'bout you like I'm some kid, huh? [He knuckles his eye, but the sheepishness is still in his voice, like a kid with a crush.] Te echo de menos. [With a breath.] I'll text you the address. [And a small laugh, finally, as he pads downstairs. His voice is warm, close with the phone stuck between shoulder and ear.] ¿Torrera? ¿Guardafaro? No? Lighthouse keeper.