[I have questions.]
Travis looks at his phone, wet hair clinging to his face as he looks down at it. He is embarrassed by how his heart is beating fast, like a school boy, getting his texts back from his crush.
He isn't far off, actually.
So he types fast.
[you can ask me anything]
He takes a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist before padding over to his bed and taking a seat on the edge, eyes on the phone. The bubbles are appearing and disappearing.
[I have been researching …]
[and I got to see that the bond can be broken?]
Travis frowns down at the text and then starts responding.
[Where did you read that?]
[doesn't matter, just want to know if it's true and if we can do it]
[I'm kinda realizing this is not what I want at all.]
[its pressuring, and I don't do well with pressure]
[at all]
[Can I call you?]
[This way is better.]
[I need to explain and hear what your thought process is. Texting isn't helpful.
[fine]
