[There's a pang of embarrassment as Kravitz connects and everything feels better, that instinct he'll be fighting for years about being able to handle things on his own. But that was the point in texting him, wasn't it? Feeling better? Doing something about it? Not just lying here in the dark feeling like shit?
He slides his shoulder out from Barry's head, untangles his limbs, and rolls over Kravitz's direction with his knees pulled up towards his chest.]
How long was I gone? Last time I left. How many days.
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He slides his shoulder out from Barry's head, untangles his limbs, and rolls over Kravitz's direction with his knees pulled up towards his chest.]
How long was I gone? Last time I left. How many days.