Chris reread the last text exchange between him and Sky today.
It had been a while since they'd last texted, a stark contrast to the constant stream of messages they used to exchange.
Today's conversation had been brief, almost perfunctory.
Sky: Got some stuff to handle at school and with the band. Won't be back to the dorm early.
It wasn't like Sky was avoiding him—at least, Chris didn't think so—but why did it always feel like they only met at night? Like Sky only made time for him when the world quieted down?
And
Chris… he was always waiting.
Chris: Okay.
He'd kept his reply short. For now, he didn't mind.
Sky: You had lunch and dinner, right?
Chris: Why? Did your mom send you extra food again?
He was teasing him. And before Sky's message came in, he already expected it.
Sky: Shut up.