We packed light.
Me: one bag. Three days of clothes, my medical kit because I was constitutionally incapable of leaving without it, and the book I had been trying to finish for two months. Zevran: one bag and the specific ease of someone who had been moving between two locations long enough to have systems.
Otto texted as we were walking out: *have fun. also I know where you're going so if there's an emergency I know where to send it.*
I texted back: *There will be no emergencies.*
His reply: *That's what you said before the gala.*
*Goodbye Otto.*
*Have fun!! 😊*
He had sent an emoji.
I was still staring at it when we reached the car.
"He sent an emoji," I said.
Zevran looked at the phone.
"He sends me emojis regularly," he said.
"WHICH ONES—"
"The laughing one mostly," he said
