I shouldn’t be worried, should I?
He’ll be fine. And probably can’t hear his phone, or something.
Argh, can’t stop panicking. And I don’t think I need to, I don’t think he’ll’ve done something silly. I just want to hear his voice, and know I’ll be getting a cuddle tonight, and seeing his cute grin and kissing his sweet lips.
But now I can’t sleep, and I just want to know he’s alive. And well, and not dead. And there’s no nasty werewolves.
He doesn’t usually drink or go out, and that’s why I’m worried, but maybe it’s in slight retaliation to all tim times I’ve just dropped off the map. And then turned up drunk and unable.
Just wish he’d answer the phone. Then I could sleep. Knowing he’s out there, somewhere.