He seems to be smiling through the phone but it feels a little forced, like he is sad.

“Hi,” I say, regretting the way I answered. “I'm a little tired from the trip, that's all. Are you okay?” I ask softly.

“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth? Which do you prefer?” he replies after a few moments of silence.

“Give me both options, and I'll tell you which one I prefer.” I laugh to cheer him up a little and break the slight tension of longing.

“Well, I could say I’ve never been better, and I just miss you, but that's the lie, and I suck...