Gaaaahhhh... going to make tea then try again...
[insert title]Call blocked.[insert title] by ~trollinthecloset
The words pulsated gently on the PADD screen in front of him as he leaned back in his desk chair, massaging his temple with his index and middle fingers in a slow, clockwise rotation.
He had sent three messages. The first was detached and polite, the second more personal, and the third had a currency transaction attached. The money had been sent back with no note. She always took the money each month, but sent back any extra he occasionally tried to send.
They weren't even officially dating when she realized she was pregnant. He really couldn't be blamed that she decided to keep the child, but she did, and now demanded money from him each month to raise it. It was years before he got around to the idea of seeing them, and it took much more effort than he was really willing to put forth. Messages, DNA tests, threats of legal action, it was really all very tiring and he didn't think it was quite worth it. Until finally he was standing there, and across the way was a little