My Office: A Lloyd Hansen Story

42.

Three days since I had seen lloyd.

And it was three am. I was sitting in bed at my sisters.

I missed him. A lot.

The past few days had been quiet. No calls. No texts.

I grabbed my phone.

Me: hey. I miss you. I just want you to know that. I hope you're doing okay.

I set my phone back down. But just as I was about to plug it in for the night, it buzzed.

Lloyd: can I call you?

Me: you ok?

Lloyd: no

I pressed the little call button right away, sitting up.

"Hey." He said. He sounded like he had been crying. He was in his car.

"Hi. Where are you?"

"I don't know I just got off of work somewhere. I've been on a plane all day and..I don't know where I am but I'm just driving around."

I looked at his location. He was about fifteen minutes from the house.

"You're by the house." I said.

"Well id like to go home right fucking now." He cried.

"Do I need to call someone? Are you safe? Here I sent you the coordinates to get home."

"I'm fine. I just had a rough day." He said.

I pressed the FaceTime button. He declined it.

"Lloyd."

"I look like shit and I'm driving."

It was quiet. But eventually he spoke up.

"I really miss you."

"You understand why I did this though...right?"

"Yeah. Yes."

"Please just make it home safe. Get some rest. I can tell you're exhausted."

"I can't sleep."

"We've been apart before I mean you're gone like most of the week."

"I've never slept in the house without you."

"Well I guess there's a first for things."

"Yeah. How's Bailee?"

"She's okay. She's having fun with her cousin."

"Good." He said. Eventually I heard his car ding.

"You home?"

"Yeah,"

"Good." I whispered. He took a deep breath before pressing the FaceTime button. I answered. He wasn't showing his face, but I knew he was locking the doors before heading upstairs.

"Lloyd are there people watching me while I'm here?"

"Well you aren't with me so yes."

I nodded. I watched the background. He was in the bathroom. He turned the light on. I saw his face for the first time.

He looked tired. His cheeks were blotted red. His eyes had dark circles under them.

"Babe.." I said. He glanced at the phone for a second.

"Hmm."

"I don't know. Nevermind."

I felt really guilty looking at him. I felt like I did something terribly wrong.