Shit, he cried his fucking eyes out on Crow like a baby, didn't he? He is never going to hear the end of that; he grunts under his breath.

He doesn't ask anything stupid, like Why would you miss me? That one he found the answer to long ago, which is that Crow, and his overearnest younger form, are totally insane. Except—

He looks down at Raven, lips turning down. "You were going to, ah. Text him. Weren't you?"