His cheeks were much drier now.
"I'm feeling better now, thanks…"
Even if it felt like he had somehow failed his purpose, Blake surprisingly wasn't dwelling on it too heavily anymore.
Right now, hearing Myles' voice was enough to keep his thoughts from sinking further than they already had.
"Put some clothes on."
"Ah?"
"You're probably still naked."
Blake blinked before awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah… that's true. I'll mute for a second, then."
Pressing the button at the bottom of the screen, he put the phone down beside him and stared blankly at the ceiling. His thoughts felt strangely hollow.
On the other side of the line, Myles was still there.
Yet Blake couldn't hear anything, not even his breathing.
It was strange. Just moments ago, they had been speaking normally, but now the silence almost made it feel like the call had frozen entirely.
'Out of all the things I could've done… am I getting too weak-minded lately?'
His brows furrowed faintly.
