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Cross was lonely. Cross was very lonely.
He wasn't particularly good at making friends at school, so without online friends, he was very isolated. Of course, it was that week that everyone he had was busy, his internet was being unreliable, and his emotions were all over the place. He hated it. All week he'd only gotten to send a few messages with people in passing.
At around 10pm, curled up under his blanket, he finally wound up in a call with Nightmare. Cross was willing to admit he sobbed with relief when they finally spoke. Nightmare was not as willing to admit he immediately panicked at that, yelling that he'd kill whoever made Cross cry - but honestly, the others knew Nightmare well enough to know he had done so.
The best part of the call, though, was when Nightmare had stayed in the call with him long into the night, waiting until Cross was fast asleep to hang up.