Starfleet Intercepts Distress Signal

Tonight, the night before the visit to Viatorus's mansion and his first trip to Earth, Harrowheart is avoiding sleep. There's just too much on his mind threatening to explode into more bizarre dreams. Staying awake is the best decision, he wagers. And while he's up, he might as well make someone else suffer with him. He sits on the kitchen counter in V's Nexus apartment with his phone in hand, and he's gotta admit... these tiny Steve fingers make texting so much easier.

Jim, yo. I need you to be my love doctor.

Oh, no. He can't send that. That's poorly-worded at best. He tries again.

Hey Jim, couldn't sleep and thinking of you

FUCK. Okay, erase. Once more with feeling self-awareness.

Jim! There's an alien princess I want to get with but I don't know what to do! You know this better than me. Need your advice. Text asap meeting her tomorrow.

Much better. He hits the send button and none-too-casually stares unblinkingly at his phone, eager and desperate for the response to come.