I know that's important, space...but when you need that, could you text me? I worry about you when you just disappear and don't say anything. It doesn't have to be much.

[The last time that happened he'd stayed awake most of the night, wondering where he was, worrying if he was okay and then everything had fallen apart the next time they'd seen each other.

The whole thing had felt all too familiar.

But, turning a little so that he can face him again, he isn't sure where to start he'd managed his apology, but the rest of it had gotten so derailed, it was a bit of a mess.]

What do you want to know?