My apartment’s about 35 minutes from the airport. I’ll let you know when I land so you don’t have to stay up.
Quinn Cooper:
Thank you.
Sorry.
I just worry.
Erik Varg:
That’s not something you need to apologize for.
Quinn Cooper:
I can’t afford to worry about you Erik.
This was just supposed to be one night and here I am asking you to tell me when you get home safely
Erik Varg:
I’m sorry.
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MONDAY 3:03 AM EST
Erik Varg:
Just walked in the door
Quinn Cooper:
Finally. I was going to send out a search party
Erik Varg:
Shit. Did I wake you? It must be 3am your time.
Go to bed. I figured you’d see this in the morning.
Quinn Cooper:
Technically it is the morning and I get up early anyway. How was your flight?
Erik Varg:
It was pretty standard. Almost everyone slept so just imagine being stuck in a room full of snoring people while you twiddle your thumbs and wait for sleep to take you too.
Quinn Cooper:
I don’t think I could ever sleep on a plane. If my death is coming I want to stare it in the face.
Also, the last time Jen slept on a flight, someone bumped into the flight attendant on a mad dash for the bathroom and she ended up wearing a whole can of tomato juice. No thanks.
Erik Varg:
My sympathies. I usually sleep on flights. Conked out before takeoff.