meme continuation. @indiesamevans​​

“Hey, Sam,” Blaine held the phone to one ear while giving the hem of his blanket run for it’s money with the other.  The thread on the hem nearly worn through by how many times his fingernails dug in, scratched and pulled against the wool.  “I know it’s late,” he cringed when a glance at the glowing green numbers on his alarm read 2:45AM, “and I’m really sorry to wake you up.”  Guilt for disturbing Sam grew heavier in his belly a few seconds past hearing his groggy voice.  “This probably sounds super dumb but..,” a heavy sigh came from his end of the line.

“Would you mind just talking for a little while?  I don’t care what you say.  You can read, or go through A to Z on your impressions list.  Whatever you want until you fall back to sleep again. Sorry to ask.  Probably sounds crazy.  I’m just not having a very good night..”