BEEP BOOP TRASH

[ They've been doing this... for a while now. Otabek can't remember when exactly they started to stay up all night to talk to each other, but he knows that it happened, when there are nights where his head doesn't hit the pillow until one in the morning. It's rough on his body to go to bed that late; he's up at six every day, regardless of how much sleep he gets, to go running. The extra late nights are rough, but... well, they're worth it, aren't they? He goes to bed feeling lighter than air.

That just means they have a good, solid friendship, right? Maybe even best friend levels? That's clearly all that means. He tries not to think about the thoughts and hopes that fill his mind once the computer is powered down and the lights are off. Those are for the night.

But it's time to settle in now. Otabek has Skype up and running, absently flicking through the TV as he waits for the familiar name to pop online. ]