VIII. Long Distance Call
Late at night, Harley was lying on her old bed in her childhood room, staring at the ceiling and zoning out. It had been a hectic couple of months, packing and preparing for her permanent move to Suna.
She was starting to doze off when her phone started to ring.
"I'm sorry to call you at this time," Gaara began. "I know it's late over there. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, it's fine," she replied in a drowsy voice. "It's good to hear your voice."
The Kazekage's estate had recently installed a single phone in one of the hallways, and though Gaara was always busy and still sort of learning how to use it, he made the effort to call her as much as he was able; with the time zone differences in mind, of course.
"I just wanted to let you know that your apartment is officially locked in and ready for you to move into when you arrive. I inspected it thoroughly and made sure it was in the safest of locations."
"You're such a good provider," she teased.
"If there's anything else you need or anything I can do to make your transition easier, please tell me."
"I appreciate it, love, but it's okay. Really. I don't want you to feel like you have to bend over backwards for me. You work so hard as it is."
"I just want you to be comfortable here…"
"I know, and I love you for that. I'll just be happy to get there and not have to leave anymore. How are things going in Suna?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. I receive about a hundred work orders daily, as usual. Not a day goes by without me being notified of a missing pet or a lost item."
"It's nice to have something you can always count on," she joked.
She could faintly hear Baki calling for Gaara from down the hall.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. The council meeting is starting soon."
"No worries. Go and do your Kazekage thing."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too. I'll see you in a few weeks."