Proko dives for his phone when he hears Jiang's ring tone. He'd been in the shower when it started ringing. "Hey," he gasps, a little breathless for a second. "Hey, I'm here."

He sits no the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel. "I miss you." It's one of the first things he's said for every phone call over the summer - all three of them. He's just glad that Jiang has his phone back now; at least he can text him and shit, even if Jiang can't look at it all the time.