Late night texts

Blind

I gotta ask you something - K.

He blinks looking at the screen.

It's late... can't sleep? - R.

It's been a long night. And there's something I need to tell you and it's difficult. - K.

I think I know. And we've discussed this before. - R.

Would you come? - K.

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He's awake now. Words won't do.

[Link] - R.

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He's almost asleep again when the screen lights up.

Wow. You'd rather be blind? Really? - K.

Yes. - R.

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All weddings are open bar. - K.

He laughs at her attempt to be playful.

Ok, I'll RSVP. - R.

I knew it. - K.

I know you know I'm playing. - R.

I know you know I know you're playing... on being blind? - K.

On RSVPn, Kris. - R.

Oh. - K.

Well, I had to ask. - K.

Did you? - R.

I did... I don't have to say it. But I will. You have a special place in here. - K.

She doesn't say heart. He knows why.

I know. - R.

Now go to sleep, ok? - R.

Ok. - K.

Choices are so fucking hard. - K.

Well, at least you didn't ask me to walk you down the aisle. - R.

Noooo. - K.

Can you imagine. - K.

I have. But the opposite direction. - R.

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You're right. I'd rather go blind too. - K.

Sorry I asked. - K.

No worries. I wish you the best. Always. - R.

Same. Goodnight, Rob. - K.

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A/n: the link he sent her is for Etta's song: