Five beers and three shots later, the phone was not his best friend.

Her tongue was like fire on the other end, a constant sea of questions for him. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he home? Could he come over? Had he thought about her much? How was his day? What did he drink? They were endless, and rang through her subtle conversation. He'd answer every one of them with his drowsy attitude, until he finally broke free of the endless chitchat.

"Do you want me to come over?"

She giggled. He'd never forget the way she sounded, either.

"Well, if you don't want me there..."

"I do! I'm all by myseeeelf." She purred from her end of the line, and Burke smirked behind his end. "I practically live by myself, but have someone paying half of my rent!"

"Yeah, well. One day I'll meet this kid and show him a thing or two."

"Don't you go running my roommate off, Burkehay -- that's not fair."

"I won't run him off, but if he accidentally happens to leave--"

"BURKE. I'm poor, I need a roommate!"

"I never said you'd be alone when he left."

There was a healthy pause from her end, and she stammered a little, unsure of what to say.

"So. I guess I'll talk to you tomorr--"

"Wait, are you coming over?"

"Well you did laugh at me."

"Burkehay!"

"Okayokay, calm down. I'll be there soon. Wear something presentable, would'ja?"

"No."

"Just what I wanted to hear."

Twenty minutes later, he was standing on her doorstep with a handful of weeds, thrusting them out to her with a healthy grin. And all she did was smile.

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