Worry.
That she's gone too long without calling. That she's out in the dark alone. That she's been accosted by her most recent ex-, who was not happy seeing you together the night before.
That she panics without company. That idle hands are the Devil's playground. That the road to Hell is paved with modes of thinking born from isolation.
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