[a twelve year old girl could probably force their way into this house right now, because that's how out of it he is.] What? Text? [he pauses and shakes his head.] I didn't get a text from you-- I didn't even know that you texted me.
[he rubs a hand tiredly across his face.] What are you even doing here?
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[he rubs a hand tiredly across his face.] What are you even doing here?