[ That's his voice, alright. Good. Or terrible. The tone, the timbre, the tiredness at the unexpected wake up call, they all bring back memories he'd rather not think about, of nights spent together, when he wouldn't have to call about the horrible things that were planted in his head. He could just feel Hawk in his arms, press a kiss to his jaw, and know that it was just that. A vision, or a dream. Nothing more. ]
...nothing. I'm sorry to wake you.
[ There's a soft echo in the background, since he's sitting in the hallway this time, dark and empty while the mansion sleeps, still some time before the staff begins their rounds. He should hang up now. He doesn't. ]
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Date: 2024-08-28 04:19 am (UTC)...nothing. I'm sorry to wake you.
[ There's a soft echo in the background, since he's sitting in the hallway this time, dark and empty while the mansion sleeps, still some time before the staff begins their rounds. He should hang up now. He doesn't. ]