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The music pouring through his earbuds was interrupted by his phone's override. Someone in his contacts. He scanned the crowd, wondering who he knew—who he wanted to know enough—that wasn't already at the party. He pulled it out of his pocket and blinked down at the name.
It was the only person in his contacts he'd listed by their actual, full name.
Logan Croft.
"Heya, Logan," he said in his normal voice. With the music only playing through their headsets, he neither had to worry about being heard over the phone nor anyone listening in.
Not that he ever really gave a fuck about that.
"Ro?" he croaked, sounding confused.
Why did that hurt so fucking much?
"Wrong Prince, man," Remus muttered, ready to end the call. "You've reached the better-looking brother."
"Re?" he asked, voice weak and spacey as fuck. "Oh, thank god, Re… Please, I'm—" He groaned, breathing heavily against the mic. "I—I—I don't know…"