THE BASTARD: What time is your flight back tomorrow?
Thank God.
I had no idea how to respond to his last message. Was it a joke? Was he being serious? I didn’t know.
This was much easier.
ME: 6.30.
THE BASTARD: In the morning???
ME: Absolutely not.
THE BASTARD: In the evening???
ME: That’s the only other 6.30 on the clock.
THE BASTARD: Hm.
ME: Hm? What’s hm?
THE BASTARD: Nothing. Have fun with your family. Tell Harvey to call me.
ME: No. I’m not on the clock. Call him yourself.
THE BASTARD: I’m starting to miss the days you’d just say ‘yes, sir’ to everything.
ME: I would, but you told me not to call you sir in bed, so I’m getting out of the habit.
THE BASTARD: …
THE BASTARD: I reserve the right to change my mind at any time, you know.
ME: I’m sure you do.
ME: Sir.
THE BASTARD: You should book an earlier flight.
ME: No.
THE BASTARD: Why?
ME: I’m annoyed at you. :)
THE BASTARD: I know. You have every right to be. That’s why I want you to come back sooner so we can talk face to face.
Shit.
I wasn’t expecting that.
ME: I suppose it would be awkward if we went into work mode on Monday while barely talking.
THE BASTARD: No.
THE BASTARD: I don’t care about that.
THE BASTARD: I just want to apologise properly.