"Have you slept?"
"You sound tired."
Instead of answering his question, Heather noticed the tiredness in his voice.
Cyrus brushed his hair up before loosening his tie.
"You just got home?" she asked again.
She looked at the time, she had arrived at around 3 in the morning and went straight to rest in the hotel. Upon waking up, it was already 8 in the morning in San Francisco.
It is already midnight in their country.
"How about you? How do you feel?" he asked back.
"..."
He stopped unbuttoning his shirt when he did not hear any reply from her.
He looked at the screen and saw that it was still connected.
"Heath?"
"You did not answer my question," she spoke in a solemn voice.
"You can worry but I cannot?" she continued.
He blinked. That's right, he became so used to people not asking whether he was fine or not. He had completely forgotten that Heather was someone who worries a lot.
