Sorry I haven't called you back, shit's been crazy. It's not really an excuse, I'm just dealing with a lot.
It's okay, sweetie. Everything okay?
Honestly? Not really, but it's manageable.
Yeah, you are. But I don't think you want to hear about how I word vomited my carefully bottled feelings, then went out and proceeded to get drunk, and fuck some random bar douche to make myself feel better.
... Have you forgotten who you're talking to, child of mine?
I don't necessarily want to hear about your sexcapades, but I want to make sure my little girl is okay.
Don't tell your father, though, he'll lose his mind.
You guys mind a last minute visit? I can be there by dinner time.
The door is unlocked. Brutus will be happy to see you, the mutt misses you.