Ship: Mikey/Patrick
Words: 214

Mikeyway33 is calling...

I answer the call and stare with bland eyes at the boy on the other side of the screen. His brown hair is sticking out in a million different ways and his gun lays abandoned on the bed beside him.

"Hey, Love," Mikey whispers. I choke back my oncoming tears as he continues, "You okay?"

"Miss you," I reply, struggling to keep my sobs under control.

"Hey, Babe, look at me."

I look up, tears still falling down my cheeks.

"It's only one more month and I'll be back, alright? I know I've been called out longer but they really need me." Mikey smiles sadly.

"Just try not to get killed... I love you and it's dangerous out there." I say, avoiding his eyes.

"I know, we're close to winning the war, though. I promise." He says.

"Don't promise that, promise you'll be back." I say.

He bites his lip and after a moment replies, "I promise I'll try as hard as I can to come back home."

I sigh and look away, "Good enough."

"I love you."

There's a long moment where I'm not sure whether to reply or not.

I do.

"I love you, too."

They're the last words he ever hears from me.