"I don't keep a phone after a job," Booker said with a shrug. "I disappear."

But there was an instinctive surge of emotion at the question. Yes, he wanted to keep in touch. His only friends, his only family, had exiled him. He deserved it but fuck, it was lonely.

His paranoia warred with his loneliness. It was not an easy choice to make. "But you found me once. You should be able to find me again."

Booker wasn't sure he would reach out. He was really torn over this. Talking to another immortal felt like he was cheating his exile. That he was really close to breaking the punishment set out for him. Like always, Booker was making a mess of things.