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"That's basically what started this whole mess, remember. The text you weren't supposed to see."
"I remember." Something soft crossed his face. "I read it probably fifty times before I ever showed up at your door. I told myself I was just trying to understand what happened, but really I think I just wanted an excuse to read it again."
"That's embarrassing for both of us."
"Extremely." He smiled, and this time it reached all the way to his eyes, and for a moment the six months between us felt thinner than it had in ages, felt almost bridgeable, felt like something we might actually find our way back across if we were both brave enough to keep walking toward each other instead of away.