Six blocks over, I shifted the phone closer on my pillow. “You know, I think it is.”
He had this sweet vocal tic. There was always a catch in his voice just before he said something that mattered, but was a little shy to share.
“I could talk to you all night, every night, and it wouldn’t be enough,” he said.
We were both quiet, then.
As I listened, his breathing gradually evened out, until it was regular and slow.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, leaving the connection open.