A short sudden melody alerts Gareki of a message and with a small annoyed sigh slipping past his lips, he sets his book down and grabs his phone from besides him. The sender, he sees, is Nai.
Gareki, how are you?
An eyebrow arches up and Gareki takes a short glance at the wall clock just to make sure that it is half past eleven at night; much too late for the part-niji to be awake. Looking back down, long fingers are already typing a reply and a thumb soon pushes down on the Send button.
I'm fine. Shouldn't you be sleeping?
Nai's reply takes a while to come, but as soon as Gareki reads it, he's hanging his head down to hide the red staining his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
I can't sleep. I miss Gareki.