Fighting against my conscience I dial the number again.
I flick the healthy green leaves of my plant while I wait.
"Hey." His gruff voice answers.
"Hey you. When you are you coming over you? I called you a bunch of times but you were probably super swamped at work."
"Actually." He pauses and I hear a ruffling noise in the background, "I'm actually still here."
"You are? But it's 7pm..." I point out.
He sighs heavily and a weight is placed on my chest, "I'm staying the night to help Luther because he's not used to the uh... leg cast yet."
I feel guilty for being upset about this. Luther's like a father to him and I should be supportive.
"Oh do you need any help with helping him? I could-"
"No!" He snaps and I jolt away from my cellphone's speaker, "Luther doesn't like strangers
