Bill laughed when he read Eddie's text. He almost replied over the phones, but changed his mind at the last moment and closed his eyes again. (i'm visiting abra. tell you later,) he sent, and put the phone down on the coffee table before lifting his own drink.
"This is n-n-not why I came to tuh-talk to you," he admitted, "but it's a very c-cool development." He drank some coffee, and sat back.
"I wanted t-to ask you about a... a... Shit. uhm. Like on the phones. A, a w-web, for talking during the fuh-fight." What was the word? It would have been distressing - he was a writer, after all, and here he was forgetting words - if it wasn't so damn frustrating.