Ethan Quinn had a beautiful laugh.
It was clear and bright, and you could tell he was in a good mood even through the phone.
Amelia Lockhart silently labeled him 'unpredictable.' 'This mortal persona the High God had taken on is truly a handful,' she thought.
First, he was in a position so lofty no one could hope to reach him, and then there was this difficult personality of his...
"I'll be waiting for you."
Amelia Lockhart's voice was thick with sleep, soft and sweet. Staring at the ceiling on his screen, Ethan Quinn was suddenly filled with regret.
'I should have told her to put her phone on its side...'
But the feeling of having someone waiting for him to return was nice. "Okay, go to sleep if you're tired. I'll watch over you."
Amelia mumbled a reply and then fell silent. Soon, the sound of her even breathing came through Ethan's headphones.
It was light and shallow, like the tickle of a kitten's paw in the palm of his hand.
