wbster:

          “ i’ve been well!  the library is basically my home at this point, but, hey.  who am i to complain? “    it’s refreshing, to talk to somebody familiar  ——  someone with a friendly face, someone who’s a friend.  not that he hasn’t seen or spoken to any in the past years, but with the days feeling slower and slower, it’s nice, to just have light conversation and feel at ease, rather than brief smalltalk or tense chatter.    “ things may not be exciting, but they’re…nice.  even if i don’t get as much sleep as i like.  hopefully things have been more  ——  “    mike gestured vaguely for a moment, trying to think of the word,    “ alright, on your side? “

_{▌█ ∵  🛁   ∵ █ ▌It was nice to feel like she could be comfortable around friends. While in years apart she had made her own friends, and her husband his she never felt as close a connection as she did with Mike. He was always one of the favourite people she had met. He radiated kindness and understanding she strived to and hoped she did as well.} ❝ _{It’s all relative I suppose. Happily married, work has been work. It’s nice, I’m happy, really happy.}❞ _{An understanding in the motion having to do that on her end. She was never much for being able to speak well on any subject at all. At least with friends she was capable of being more relaxed.} ❝_{Unless you are asking about something entirely different. But things are good, great. I just miss you, and our friends.}❞