"How have you been?"
Luhan holds back a sigh. It's the same thing Sehun always asks when they haven't spoken in a while. It never fails to make him feel something akin to guilt crawl up his spine.
"Alright, I guess," Luhan says, staring up at the ceiling. He always feels a little tongue tied at first. Whether there's too much to say, or not enough, he doesn't really know. "Busy. Only just about have enough time to feed the cats," he laughs, barely even half heartedly.
"I figured," Sehun says, and Luhan imagines him in his bed, tongue swiping over his lips, a look of indifference on his face.
Even though he knows the tinge of hurt present in his voice.
Luhan's tongue feels like lead in his mouth. It's not always his fault - this distance between them - there are times when Luhan can't fall asleep, wanting to hear the familiar ringtone he has picked out. Yet too often he feels as though he has pushed Sehun away.
"Hyung?" Sehun calls, concern curling into his voice; an answer to Luhan's silence.
Luhan fidgets, picking at the skin around his nails. "I miss you."
Sehun lets out a breath that sounds like relief.