[ Bluh that tastes gross. He sticks his tongue out and furrows his brows, presses a hand to his forehead and considers just stopping and going back to bed in case this makes him sick. Instead he starts slower, thinks that he should probably have eaten before he started because the dizziness is already setting in, and just shakes his head. ]

I used to call you, when you were away, because I missed hearing your voice. And it just, started to feel like, you didn't want to hear mine.