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E: Lol. Good. If you start talking like that when you get here I might send ya home!

H: You wouldn't. >:o

E: I might.

H: >:o

Chuckling, Ethan waits a little bit longer than usual to respond.

E: Okay I wouldn't.

H: Though so!

E: This time.

H: >:O

Ethan snorts, then takes a moment to reflect. A week ago, talking to Heather like this was impossible. Now things just felt... He smacks his lips. Ethan was, on some level, still working out his feelings on Heather. Things had changed. Quite a few things. The town had changed him, and he wasn't the same person. He stews on that for a moment. Was having Heather come over a mistake? Or was this a chance to reclaim a piece of his life? She was coming over tomorrow, so he really didn't have time to think about it. But boy did he have to.

His phone beeps, breaking his line of thought.

H: I'm heading to bed. Ttyl.

Looking at the timestamps, Ethan realizes he was lost in thought for a good while

E: Night. See ya tomorrow.

H: Cya.