"Hello?" Pt. 1

January 30th, 2016

"..."

"Are you finished ignoring me?"

"..."

"Do we need to go over telephone etiquette again? The person who calls is usually the one to talk first."

"..."

"Sophie-"

"Shut up! Just, please, Daniel. Shut up!"

"Sophie? What is it, what's wrong?"

"My brother... he's... shit!"

"Sophie, what's happened? Are you ok? What's happened with Lucas?"

"He's..."

"Sophie! Tell me!"

"He's in the hospital, Daniel. He collapsed at home and they're not sure if he's going to be ok."

"..."

"It's his lungs. They've moved him up the transplant list, but... it's not looking good."

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"What do you need? Do you need me to come to you? Do you need me to feed your cat? Do you need a hug?"

"You're an idiot, Daniel. I don't have a cat."

"Right, but the other things?"

"My family are here, but thanks for the offer. Hugo's here, too."

"Ok."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Shit, Soph. I feel so fucking useless right now. You're at the hospital and I'm here and there's nothing I can do for you and it... it sucks."

"Trust me, you're doing more than you think."

"I am? How?"

"You're making me smile."

"I am?"

"You're clueless, aren't you, Danny Boy."

"Is that a question?"

"No, it was a statement."

"Oh. Well, uh... did you by any chance hear my answer phone message from yesterday?"

"Haha, yes, I heard it. It was classic you."

"I was a rambling idiot."

"Exactly. You are a rambling idiot. You kinda remind me of Hugh Grant, in a weird way."

"Hugh Grant? Is that an insult?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Which version of Hugh Grant we're talking about. Notting Hill Hugh Grant, it's a compliment. Bridget Jones Hugh Grant, it's an insult."

"So, which version am I?"

"Notting Hill. Whoopsie daisy."

"I don't think I like being compared to Hugh Grant."

"Tough. It's not about what you like."

"I suppose not. So-"

"Are you packed for Dubai yet?"

"Almost ready. Do you want to talk about Lucas?"