Page 64 of A Place Like You

Wren: Love you more.

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Drake: You know what we could do while you’re away?

Wren: :eyes: emoji

Drake: Sex-calling.

Wren: That’s not a thing. Also, may I remind you that you’re not allowed to use your camera—not even for video-calls.

Drake: He’s not going to notice.

Wren: You underestimate CQS and Finnegan Gil.

Drake: Do they always watch everyone like hawks?

Wren: Yep. Though, no one has ever stayed for so long.

Drake: It’s only been four months. You haven’t had people who stick for that long?

Wren: The record is four months, and they didn’t have the same accommodations as you. I’m guessing that since you’ll be staying for a long time, they’re making a few exceptions. Like having a phone or getting jobs.

Drake: Maybe I can convince them to let me buy a property so we can build a house.

Wren: Whoa, you’re moving a little too fast.

Drake: I’m thinking a year from now. That should be plenty of time to sweep you out of your lab coat and convince you to be mine forever.

Wren: No one can say you’re not a romantic, Dr. Drake.

Drake: Underneath all the bitter exterior, there’s a small heart beating just for you.

Wren: I love you.

Drake: Love you more.

Wren: So . . . Milo is exchanging his triceratops for a football.

Drake: We’ll make sure to re-decorate his room with football memorabilia. Though, we’ll be ready for the next stage—whatever that is.

Wren: I think I like you.

Drake: Same here, so how about sexting? Can we do that?

Wren: We could, but right now, I’m heading to a turtle sanctuary so . . .

Drake: It’s almost six. Shouldn’t you go to dinner?

Wren: I’m in a different time zone.

Drake: Have fun then.

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Wren: Dinosaurs are still out, but instead of football, we moved to sea creatures.

Drake: Thank fuck.

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