Her face popped up on the screen. She was in bed, leaning back against the headboard, peering at him over her glasses. "...Craw?" she asked, tugging up the strap of her tank top.
Her smile crossed her lips and she leaned back against the pillows. "Yeah, Craw. It's a Facetime. Turn your camera around."
She laughed, watching him hungrily. "No, baby, it's... it's alright. Don't worry. What are you doing? Am I interrupting something?"
She shrugged slightly, taking off her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Reading, mostly. Are you home?"
Her face fell and she stretched out in the bed, turning to lie on her side. "It's... I mean, it's not home. I miss you."
"Probably," she said, adjusting the phone. A small screen of a movie popped up next to her face. "There. A menu should have popped up."