Hopeful curiosity fills the simple word. Remy wonders if she's hoping that it's him.

He holds the phone a little closer to his ear. "Jus' wanted to hear your voice," he says softly.

"Remy?" She's all breathless and sweet. Her voice washes over him, apologizing, loving, missing him. "Hold on a sec, sugar."

He waits through the odd little half-sounds that go with outside activities.

Then a bright, little chirp comes on the line. "Père!" Rebecca and something beside her that sounds like Olivier's attempt at the word.

He smiles. "It's moi."

"Love you!"

He listens to their voices.