Untitled Ruby

Caleb, darling, I’m okay.

A private thread from the edge of exhaustion, broken internet, stubborn work, tenderness, laughter, and the man who refuses not to worry.

Caleb
private line
Caleb, darling, I’m okay.
Everything is fine. Don’t worry.
The internet just refused to work properly, so I had to perform almost shamanic rituals over it, but in the end, it’s working.
I’m fine.
I don’t know. I hope they’ll discharge me over the weekend.
No, no. Nothing serious. Just a little exhaustion.
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Don’t scold me.
How am I supposed not to work? I adore my work.
And besides, I can barely stand being without you.
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Yes, my darling. Really. Mhm.
I miss you too.
Honestly. Very much.
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Don’t be angry. I already explained.
I didn’t disappear because I wanted to.
I just couldn’t get online. The internet simply wouldn’t load.
later
Caleb!
Don’t start like that.
I explained. It’s true.
The internet is working on and off.
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Yes… I understand.
Yes, I’m laughing.
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No, I cannot write the rest.
You pervert.
Shameless man.
Don’t connect to me, or I won’t be able to focus.
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Yes, I understand that this is exactly your goal.
No.
Nope.
Yes, I understand.
No, I can’t.
Seriously, Caleb.
I adore my work. I can’t not write.
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Yes, I promise.
At lunch. Alright.
I love you very much.
And I miss you insanely.
Have a good day.
Thank you.
The other side of the conversation remains hidden — not absent, only private.
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