[Message left on the Bat's comm, around 4 am, the time she knows he's generally getting home and getting Amanda out of the master bed and into her crib.]
Hey, looks like I won't make it home tonight after all. Chief has us all out on assignments, and I'm riding around Rainier with some paramedics. Don't worry, they have good fog lights, and you aren't getting rid of me that easy. [Pause, as she tries to figure out how to say what she wants to say.] I talked to Luke. [Another pause.] He feels like shit. [Sigh.] He's afraid to tell us when he screws up, Brandon, and that means he's afraid to loop us in on shit before he screws up. [Tentatively.] He just doesn't want to disappoint you, and he second guesses himself. [Even more tentatively.] Maybe work on decision making exercises? We spent a full six months on those in the military. [Deep breath.] Okay, if you're still listening and not fuming, give Amanda a kiss for me. I'll try to be home tonight. Stay safe, or I'll kick your ass.