> Lemy shut his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose to compose himself. “…Th-that’s all I wanted to say. Call me back if you want. It’s my brother’s phone, so… just say you’re calling for me, and… y’know. I’ll, uh… talk to you later, maybe. Goodbye.” With that, Lemy ended the call and slumped back into the couch. > “You okay…?” Bobby asked. Lemy gave a small nod. > “Yeah… I’m good. Got her voicemail, so… I dunno.” Lemy muttered; he stared at the phone in silence for a moment before handing it back to Bobby. “Here. Thanks again.” > “…Don’t mention it.” Bobby set it aside and looked towards his brother with a sympathetic gaze. “Hey… c’mon. I’m sure she’ll call back.” He forced a smile and patted Lemy’s back. > “Nah. It’s been two years, Bobby… she wants nothing to do with me, and one voice message ain’t gonna change that. IF she listens to it at all.” Lemy smirked sadly and shook his head. “…Can’t say I blame her.” > “Lemy-“ > “Look, I appreciate the optimism, but it is what it is. Honestly, even this much feels… good, somehow. Kinda like a weight off my shoulders, y’know?” > “This is your daughter we’re talking about,” Bobby said with a note of sternness to his voice. “You can’t let this be the end of it, Lemy. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, right?” > “Bobby, c’mon… enough with the Star Trek quotes.” Lemy grumbled, earning him a raised eyebrow from his younger brother. > “That’s… that’s Confuscius.” > “Bless you.” Lemy said with complete sincerity. Bobby rolled his eyes; quite frankly, he should have expected as much. > “Look, all I’m saying is-“ Bobby was cut off by the familiar electronic tones of the Doctor Who theme: his ringtone. He picked up his phone, his eyes widening slightly as he checked the caller ID. > “Bro…?” Lemy could have sworn he felt his heart stop as Bobby turned to him with a broad grin. > “…I think it’s for you.”