discoveredinalj | Drabble prompt: Reciprocal

“I’m here,” said Bodie’s voice.

After many silent hours, the whisper through the icy airwaves was an unexpected gift.

Belly-down on concrete, Doyle shut his eyes against the cold and wished he could crawl to him. Supposing neither of them died tonight in this dense, black landscape there might be a chance to show he had understood.

He tugged the handset close so it almost touched his lips, needing to speak to Bodie’s inner ear. If he didn’t understand, he might not be careful enough. Doyle’s voice was strangled by desire to find the right word.

“Likewise,” he said.