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The phone call came in the middle of the night, her voice cracking like glass as helpless tears slipped down her cheeks. She was stressed and Joe absentmindedly pouted, the corners of his mouth dipping down and resting into a frown. However, he couldn't be happier to hear her voice. She had been dodging everyone's calls and she checked in all of her vacation days at work.
"I-I ca-n't sleep," she cries, choking on a sob. "It's been o-over a we-ek, Joe."
"I know, beautiful. Please calm down, I'm here. Okay? I'm here. It's okay," he coos quietly into the speaker.
The sound of ruffling sheets echoes in the background as Joe maneuvers his way out of his bed. He listens as her breathing slows down. She continues to vent to him as he slips on a pair of grey joggers over his black boxers. He grabs a hoodie from his closet, the hanger falling to the floor.
They stay on the phone the entire car ride as Joe drives over to her apartment. He arrives and pulls into the guest parking spot closest to her door. She ends the call once she opens the door to see Joe standing there, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. Pulling him inside, she wraps her arms around his torso, her cheek pressed against his chest. Joe presses his lips against her head in a lingering, comforting kiss.
