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[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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[saints]

You won't. Don't tell me what to do. I'm not the one with foul stars overhead.

[ His voice is firm, quick, dismissive. He means it and he's going to do it whether you pull the same "can't lose you" bullshit or not. He's not wrong to say it though, he knows exactly what Tris will do, he knows how long he'll sit for and he knows how badly he'll try because he wants it. ]

Yeah, I'll call, but something tells me you'll be a little busy.

[ This is not said unkindly, but moreso to ease the mood back. ]

Dani'll keep you busy. You won't even notice three days go by.

[ A soft beat. ]

So goodnight. I'll talk to you soon.

[ Tris doesn't wait, just pulls the phone back and hits "end" on it and tosses it onto the nightstand on silent. Getting the last word in is what he tries to do, particularly when he's in a defiant mood. He won't let the slack stay unpulled, undriven. He'll take it for now. ]