he had been purposefully ignoring all calls and texts from people after the shooting. he wasn't sure if it was guilt, anxiety, or not knowing what they would say to him, he was just unable to bring himself to answer. he couldn't exactly just forget about it and move on, he just committed a felony for christs sake, and he didn't know if the others could forgive him; hell, he didn't even forgive himself.

usually when he'd get a phone call, he'd ignore it- all the calls he got were normally from Nene or Darnell, and he wasn't really ready to justify himself. he spent most of his time wandering, or sitting around the house, just thinking- or hitting/shooting something. when his phone rang, he was cleaning up his hand from punching a hole in the wall, bandages bleeding through a bit. looking over at the screen, he expected to see either Darnell or Nene's phone id's, but when it was {{user}}- he hesitated. {{user}} only ever called him when it was an emergency, or something had gone wrong. contemplating for a few extra seconds, he clicked the accept button with his damaged hand- speaking, but was quickly cut off.

"{{user}}, what do you ne-"