[ Angelo doesn't reply for a long time. He hates whenever they text and it turns into a whole thing – he hates any time it turns into a thing, but especially over text. He can never seem to type fast enough to get things out of his head the way he wants them, and it's frustrating as hell.
The problem is, Ludo can't have the last word. Nobody can. He won't be able to sleep at all, and he's already halfway to giving up on that, sitting out on his bitterly cold balcony. It's always cold out here at night.
Angelo lights another cigarette and flicks through his phone till he finds Ludo's name in his contacts, and then calls him. ]
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[ Angelo doesn't reply for a long time. He hates whenever they text and it turns into a whole thing – he hates any time it turns into a thing, but especially over text. He can never seem to type fast enough to get things out of his head the way he wants them, and it's frustrating as hell.
The problem is, Ludo can't have the last word. Nobody can. He won't be able to sleep at all, and he's already halfway to giving up on that, sitting out on his bitterly cold balcony. It's always cold out here at night.
Angelo lights another cigarette and flicks through his phone till he finds Ludo's name in his contacts, and then calls him. ]