Phonecall: Marta / Seven
[It took so much energy. And she got to the point where she just didn't have any more. All the anger and frustration she'd had was suddenly gone, and while she wasn't tired, exactly, it felt like there was nothing else to do than just lay down for a while.
Which is where she is when her phone rings. Not asleep, Devi tucked behind her back like a cross between a pillow and a babysitter, canine ears perking up at the buzz of the phone's vibration, Marta just stares at the lit-up screen of the phone for a long time before reaching out to drag it closer across the bed. The "7" is easy enough to see on the screen, and she closes her eyes for just a second to take a deep breath. If he hasn't seen the post from Liam, she doesn't want to be the one to tell him, and that means sounding... normal.
She hasn't felt normal in weeks. At least.
She finally swipes her thumb across the screen, picking up the call just before it slips over to voicemail. She can hear the hollow movement that indicated him being in the truck, knowing that it's absolutely silent on her end. Normal, she tells herself.]