Foster almost--almost--tells Taako no.

Almost.

But... he actually does ^need_want to talk to Taako. Badly. The more seconds pass, the more it begins to solidify from an impulse to an urge to a compulsion to--

To what?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It's like an idea, but bigger, bigger than his body, than his mind, than him and it's like he's inside of it and this is exactly what he was afraid of and somehow something he craved, this clarity of decision, of purposeful momentum--

Taako doesn't have a chance to call him, because he calls Taako first.