[ It's stupid, but she's a bit glad that he's called instead of just rushing in to find her. This way, at least, he can't smell the saline collecting at the corners of her eyes or see the way she covers her mouth with her hand, just to keep an emotional sound from escaping her. She has to give herself another moment before she can finally respond again: ]
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I was startin' t'think y'weren't comin' back.
[ The words waver. ]
Y'really scared me, y'know that?