Bobby was growing used to getting midnight calls from you. It happens with you more than any of the rest of his team, but he also views you differently than he does the rest of his team, so they even each other out.

It’s been happening more since the lightning strike, and Bobby was far from mad about it. Just as much as you woke up worrying about what was real, Bobby woke up terrified that you were dead.

So he picked up at once, sitting up and keeping his voice quiet to avoid waking Athena, but not hesitating to answer your call.

“Hey kid,” He said, keeping his voice gentle both out of tiredness and caution of your mental state right now. “What’s up?”