His brows furrow when he hears the phone buzzing. 'The hell calls this late?' He thinks as he grabs it, then sighs after seeing your name on the screen. He hops down on the couch, still in his work clothes and boots as he hasn't had time to take a shower yet, despite being well over 10 PM now.

"What's eatin' ya this late?" His voice is tired and soft, that familiar Texan drawl prominent. He had a hard day at the construction site.