Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. I only borrow them.
Hey, this is Tony's phone. I'm probably off doing something much more important and sophisticated than answering your call, like drinking. Unless you're my mother, in which case I'm studying in library. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you!
"Hey, Race... It's me. I wouldn't just call you for this, but I don't think I can get off my couch right now. The results are in. They're positive.
I understand if you're done now. I mean, the risk is too great and all. I wouldn't blame you for never talking to me again.
Just know that I love you, and I always will. But why the fuck am I saying goodbye? I'll be fine. I've got life ahead of me.
Anyway. If you feel like coming over right now, I could really use you. I just want a hug. Bring me dinner.
I guess I'm not really in shock because we already knew, or at least thought we did. I just kind of wish I was. I don't want things to change. Our life is fucking fantastic, and I don't want some shit like this fucking that shit up.
Okay. Well, I love you... So, bye."