#timeline 5.

    ‘ No, no, no — I didn’t mean to make it sound like a nuisance or anything. ’ Quite the opposite, actually; Balfour’s relieved she’s called. For… whatever reason it actually ends up being, even if it’s a shite one. He was perilously close to falling into his own head for a minute there, and for reasons he isn’t willing to think about, seeing Julia’s name when his phone lit up did him wonders. ‘ What’s, um — ’ He clears his throat. ‘ Are you alright? What’s up? ’ 

       “i’m all right. just been settling back in for the term. getting used to real life again.” julia smiles to herself as she sits back on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine, pausing every so often to scan a page with interest. “except…i seem to have become famous at every bodega in new york city overnight. so i thought, who better to confide in about this than the guy i apparently—hold on, i wanna get this right—” 

       “if you’re not here to deliver my food, what the fuck do you actually want?” she’s more than a little uneasy, poised to slam the door in his face at any sudden movements. “did you just press the call button for every apartment until somebody let you in?”