My brain short-circuits, attempting to respond with two different things at once. “Glad to touch you later. I mean, thanks, you too.” Immediately, I cringe. Shit. I was trying to say I’d touch base with him later while also trying to say I was glad he was back. Okay, it’s fine. Just—breathe. That happened, and I have to accept it. He probably didn’t notice even though I did.
