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 (14) They just had a big fight with someone.

She was angry enough that she was near tears. (Or heart broken enough to be near tears.) ‘So, when’s the wedding, Carol? Are you sure you want to marry him?’ The echoes of her parents’ voice bounced around the inside of her skull until she thought she might scream. Telling them was a bad idea. (No, it wasn’t.) For someone who constantly berated her for her proper place in the world, her father was oddly dissatisfied that she was getting married.

Well, he was more dissatisfied about who she was marrying. Considering the man punched him in the face the last time they met. (But, to be fair, her father did have that one coming—she couldn’t defend him on that one.)

                                                   [ outgoing call ; Assbutt ——— 00:00:45s ]

“—Hey, Llewyn? Are you busy?”

Llewyn doesn’t realize he’s dozed off until his phone starts buzzing underneath his cheek. He hadn’t intended on falling asleep – he was waiting to hear from Carol. It takes him just a moment and more than one ring to sit himself up and lift his phone to his ear.

               [ incoming call : Carol ]

“Hey, sweetheart. Never for you,” he mumbles, voice gravelly and slow. “You alright?”