“Let’s take things easy at first,” Taylor says. “And whatever you feel up for contributing to the rally, that will be great.”
Marko checks his phone. “Text from an unknown number,” he sings.
After he hands it to me, a smile fills my face.
Hank: Hi, it’s Hank. This is my personal number.
Hank: I’m doing okay. Just getting some IV hydration at the hospital. How are you, Elliot?
“Aww,” Taylor says with a warm laugh. “It’s so nice to see you happy and not murdered.”
I quickly write Hank back.
Elliot: i’m okay, even better now that you texted me
It takes him a moment to answer, and I feel the phone in my hand, marveling at how strange everything is now that I’m back in civilization.
Hank: I’m glad. I’ll be home to my condo tomorrow. It sounds like we’re being asked to do a press conference soon, though.
Elliot: weird that we’re a viral news story. but i guess i’ll see you there
Hank: You’re sure you’re okay? You have everything you need?
Elliot: i’m even seeing a doctor tomorrow
Hank: Good.
I smile at the phone.
Elliot: i miss you, hank
There’s no delay before I get a response.
Hank: I miss you, too.
