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[breadmuffs]

I, ah, hello. I am not here.

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[nineteenfortyfive]

Is this Caleb?

[breadmuffs]

It is, yes. Hello.

[A small pause, and then another text. Also his typing is SLOW.]

Who is this?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Claire Fraser. We met during the hauntings, I suppose we can call them. I wanted to see how you've been since.

[breadmuffs]

Oh.

[This is...unexpected?? But okay.]

I have been fine. And you?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Good to hear it. I'm better than when you last saw me. I feel like I didn't properly thank you.

[breadmuffs]

It was an understandably unsettling experience. It's alright.

[Plus he doesn't do so well with too much gratitude leveled in his direction anyway.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You did a good job. I just wanted to be sure you knew it.

[breadmuffs]

It's what anyone else would have done.

[REALLY, he's bad at taking compliments.

Still. Another pause, another text.]

Thank you.

It's a shame, what happened to that woman, but I am glad that you did not lose your daughter.

[This is...absolutely a deflection to keep her from praising him more.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You kept my daughter here from losing her mother.

[Nice try.]

[breadmuffs]

[Leave him alone, Claire!! Also he's still not technically accepting the thanks, so there.]

Your daughter is here with you?

[nineteenfortyfive]

She is. Her name is Brianna. I'm one of the luckier people here.

[breadmuffs]

Oh. I have met her.

[The text does not accurately convey how surprised he is, or how suddenly interested he is either. This is the woman who traveled through time. And he has already helped her, unknowingly. That is a happy coincidence.

She is very kind.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Really? Small world. I'm glad she's left a good impression.

[breadmuffs]

She has. She befriended a friend of mine who...

People are often unkind to her.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Bree has a big heart.