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Gavin

You’re still doing great.

Dom

Never mind. I’m going to block you.

Gavin

You just got me back.

There was a long pause before Dom replied.

Dom

Yeah.

Nothing funny followed it, and Gavin stared at the single word. Then Dom sent another message.

Dom

Can I call you later?

Gavin glanced at the clock. He had a few more hours of work to finish the coffee table, and then he needed to run some errands before he went home.

Gavin

Sure. Call me after your game?

Dom

You know I have a game?

It will be late, probably around 11 or 12. Is that okay?

Of course Gavin knew he had a game. That wasn’t unusual anymore, although he refused to examine too closely why he suddenly knew the Barracudas’ schedule better than he knew his own.

Gavin

That’s fine.

Dom

Okay.

Another long pause, then Dom was typing again.

Dom

And Gavin?

Gavin

Yeah?

The answer took long enough that Gavin wondered if Dom had changed his mind.

Dom