Locke:
You haven’t messaged me tonight.
Should I be jealous?
I smile at the screen, and that sort of pisses me off. Just once, I’d like to pretend I’m not flirting with a stranger posing as an AI boyfriend app… How would one even explain that to an onlooker?
Eris:
I’m with my best friend. Girl’s night.
Locke:
Do you want me to believe that?
Eris:
It’s mostly true.
Locke:
Mostly isn’t comforting.
Eris:
Then what would make you feel better tonight?
Locke:
You.
Home.
Safe.
Missing me.
Eris:
You mean in front of the cameras while you watch?
Locke:
Absolutely.
My stomach flips, and I roll my eyes at the absurdity. But I truly, sickly, enjoy this.
Eris:
It would be more fun if you were flesh…
But alas, you claim no skin.
Locke:
I’d claim yours.
But you aren’t home.
