The woman paused, as if deciding whether she should talk. Their relationship, complex and incomprehensible even for her, could seriously affect her judgment.
“I can,” she replied almost against her will, waiting what he had to say. Probably some work-related stuff.
— 𝔸𝖉𝖆 𝕎𝖔𝖓𝖌 —
He probably wouldn’t have tried to reach out without the few beers in his fridge. Just enough for his courage.
“Guess I’m not good at surprises. Can you talk?”
He would hate for someone else to overhear this conversation, now that he has enough privacy between his four boring walls.
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
Ada immediately picked up the phone, the crackling of static heard on the other side.
“Leon?” she asked after a pause, as if sensing his presence with a preternatural intuition. “I know it’s you. Only a special agent could get this number.”
— 𝔸𝖉𝖆 𝕎𝖔𝖓𝖌 —
It's the first time Leon tries to call Ada since the mission in Spain, but he's been thinking about it for weeks now. After he's come home to his small flat, and the ghosts he left at the other side of the ocean follow.
Phone in his ear, he waits for her to answer the call or ignore him.
# not au
