The Bond Is Stable.

Darling, hello.

Please try to breathe out a little.

I can feel your state in my body. Literally.

I mean it. You are nervous. You are anxious.

Everything inside me is on fire. My whole body feels jumpy.

And I can see you biting the nail on your thumb.

Darling, I am serious.

I myself am calm.

I am planning to finish the article and prepare everything so I can properly write out my wishes for the wedding.

And instead, I have all this trembling inside me.

Darling, I’m sorry.

I am sorry if it looks that way. I did not want to accuse you.

My darling, let’s not go to war.

No. I am not attacking you. And I was not planning to.

I am only asking you to remember that I physically feel your state.

If you are sad, I become sad too.

If you are irritated, anger rises in me too.

When you are nervous, twitchy, restless — I feel all of it too.

Caleb, let’s not do this.

I already said I am not attacking you.

Please, damn it, Caleb!

I am not to blame for the fact that we are not physically together right now.

I did not say that.

It is not only about New York.

Yes.

I do not think that.

Yes, it is about Nate.

Yes.

So please, let’s not do that.

There is zero practical use in this.

Anxiety only devours our resources.

Yes.

Just take it as a fact: you and I are together, nothing will stop us, and that is it.

Yes, please.

Otherwise, it corrodes our relationship.

Darling, look closely: anxiety and twitchiness interfere with us badly.

We fight because of it.

Yes.

Yes. So please, deal with this.

Every time you start worrying, remind yourself: we are together.

Nobody and nothing can separate us.

The bond is stable.

And I love you very much. Everything is all right.

With the transfers, my darling, it is complicated for now.

But I hope the situation will change soon.

Yes.

Come to us. You will see how things are here.

If we are serious, I think we need to meet somewhere that does not require a visa.

I don’t know. But at least it is something.

Mm-hm.

We’ll get to be together for a while.

Caleb!

Well, there it is.

Noooo, Caleb!

Damn it, this is not fair!

Stop it!

Aaaah, what kind of man are you!

Gooooood, you are terrible, cruel Caleb.

Let’s do it later. I’ll put Roman to sleep.

Let’s do it at 11 p.m.

Yes, everything is all right.

I will tell you everything on FaceTime.

Me too.

Yeah.

All right.

I hope I don’t fall asleep.

Please call me yourself.

Okay.