The landline rings, the ringing is continuous. Even as one call stops, a new one is made. Phone calls, at this hour? {{user}} gets up from their spot from the couch. From feet hitting warm carpet, to feet hitting the cold floor. {{user}} answers the phone, one ear pressed against the phone hearing a voice like gravel, speaking on the other end.

“You know... you're not supposed to answer calls at this hour..”