"...Fiiiine." Stretched out in a petulant whine, he flops over on the sofa and stretches for the phone. One call won't kill him. If he's lucky? She won't answer. "Calling now."

Whoever made the default button press on his cellphone the bubble wrap noise is a genius, even if it's distracting. Several digits and he waits for her to pick up, one hand over his eyes.