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[He's been drinking since the notification that his messages were delivered came in. He suspects it's a city trick, or one of those situations where it's not his Dorian that's gotten them. There's been another of him per Jon's account, so there's a chance it's that one or even a brand new one. Best not to get his hopes up.

So his phone ringing catches him completely off guard, and the whole reason it takes so long to answer it is because he drops the damn thing in his rush to pick it up. Shit. No. Wait! He can get this--]

Hello?! [Nailed it. Last ring, but that's fine. It counts. He takes a breath and pushes aside his glass and the ashtray he was working out of to gape uselessly at the front door. Then his voice goes quiet as he dares to say what his aching heart longs for more than anything.]

...Dorian?