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[ring_for_giles]

Good evening, this is Giles speaking

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[ring_for_giles]

[ Giles raises his hands just slightly from his lap, somewhere between defensive and placating. ]

No, no I understand. I didn't- [ frowns, hums, starts again ] I am in much the same place at the moment, I must admit. I meant nothing more than this, that I have missed your presence and conversation.

[ Because there have been plenty instances where they've talked and existed in eachother's company without it going anywhere. Like after the island, and...
Well, maybe that was it, but that's hardly the point here. And it's also not something Giles is going to think too hard about. ]

[broshaw]

[He huffs a much more relieved laugh, slumping into his seat.] Sick, okay. Uh, not that it's a good thing, but -- ugh. You know what I mean.

[It was probably kind of a dick move to assume Giles was putting the moves on him, now that he thinks about it, but that's sorta how it normally goes, right? Texting is for hanging out, hanging out is for everything else.]

TBH, I feel the same way tho. Like. Not to be all mushy or whatever but it sucks not texting you all the time and stuff. I basically think of you whenever I think about letters and fire, and, uhh, I sorta think about fire a lot.