Mother, mother,

I thought you wouldn't want to hear it. Our last discussion...

[Didn't go so well. His lips thin and part of him dies when Oren turns his back to him. Was he'd done been so bad?]

I didn't mean to worry you. I just thought—I didn't want anyone to contact me. I just wanted to be alone. It was—it was selfish.

[Oren might have been drunk when he had said it but that didn't make it any less right. He looks up sharply, concern seeping from his very being.]

Have you been well? Your call... it made me [frightened, angered] concerned.