[he's out, even if the sleep he gets these days is unsatisfying no matter how many hours or how much alcohol he plasters himself with to try and make it any more fitful. so the light vibration on his nightstand makes his dozing shift into proper awakeness, grogginess in his voice making it low and graveled from temporary disuse.
he's surprised at the hour - even more surprised at the caller.]
Skip-py? [the words are drawn together out of tiredness, not drunkenness. there's something in his voice that has him sitting up, far more alert now out of his own concern.]
no subject
he's surprised at the hour - even more surprised at the caller.]
Skip-py? [the words are drawn together out of tiredness, not drunkenness. there's something in his voice that has him sitting up, far more alert now out of his own concern.]
'm fine - but you - what's the matter?