“Hey there, Perry. It’s me.”
“Yeah, Nicole.”
“You alone?”
“Well, since you know my roommate’s every move, and you know he went to try to score some weed in Ohio with Lucas, I suppose you know I am.”
There was a click then, and a hum.
The hum was nothing.
It was the very song of what nothing was, Perry thought, holding the receiver to his ear long enough that he was still holding it when she knocked on his door, and when he opened it, she said, “Can I come in?” and he was breathing into her hair before saying yes, before he’d even taken a breath.