He's always indoors, always in his room, always doing something else. He calls you of course, but it's usually about latest designs this and master contests that. It's usually about the things he likes. You struggle to keep quiet, to keep your wild nature silent, and you try to listen, you really do. You miss him.
Sometimes he asks you about your day, what you've been up to, how you've been, but you never really enjoyed the sound of a piece of technology talking to you. It isn't the same as talking in person. You're much more accustomed to hearing his clear voice, undiluted by static. You miss him, so much.
Distant friendships don't work very well for you, as it always seems like both of you end up missing each other by minutes, seconds. It's almost comedic, how you would bust out your window to meet him before he goes off to Sinnoh to hone his contest skills, and he would fly to your place minutes after you were gone to say goodbye. You miss him, and you can't stop yourself.