[ Totally fine. He believes you now. A small cackle escapes him - sorry, Gregor - and perhaps tellingly, if Aral has keen enough hearing, the sound of it through the walls does not come from Miles' room... ]
Yes, Da. Love you too.
[ And this time he really does put it down for the night. ]
[No answer comes back at that. The casual phrase at the end, chipper, perhaps teasing, was arresting for ... well, not having seen it before, with their misaligned timelines.
Thus he ends up simply staring at it until the display dims and winks out. With a contented smile, he blindly sets the comm back around where he thought the nightstand was (the faint clatter signaled a miss), turned back over and went to sleep himself.]
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That's a yes. You poor bastard.
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It's the fact that he knows the message is going to be irritating that makes him pick it up.
SURE WAS.
ANNOYED HE COMPOSES A MESSAGE BACK. TO PROVE HE IS COMPLETELY FINE WITH MESSAGES. It takes embarrassingly long.]
Go to sleep.
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Yes, Da. Love you too.
[ And this time he really does put it down for the night. ]
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Thus he ends up simply staring at it until the display dims and winks out. With a contented smile, he blindly sets the comm back around where he thought the nightstand was (the faint clatter signaled a miss), turned back over and went to sleep himself.]