The voice was the same too, the same way it'd been on the one voicemail he'd had for the last six years, and the handful he'd listened to in the past few days. Unchanged from when Xander left.
Which finally let him take another breath, because...he wasn't. Thanks, he mouthed at... whoever. And also, y'know, frak you, for giving me one. more. chance. to fuck this up. And thanks.
Then he said, "Hi," and gently pulled himself back.
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Date: 2007-01-24 06:44 am (UTC)Which finally let him take another breath, because...he wasn't. Thanks, he mouthed at... whoever. And also, y'know, frak you, for giving me one. more. chance. to fuck this up. And thanks.
Then he said, "Hi," and gently pulled himself back.