Ironically, considering the hilarious linkage Caleb shares with Vincent's parents, making himself available a very literal twenty-four hours a day was one tack he took when clawing his way to about the ....middle of the domestic pot-selling world. It's a habit that has stuck with him, and it still feels like a luxury to say that he's in the middle of something, call him back in an hour.
He presses one hand over his heart with what would be excessive dramatics were the gesture not so sleepy and hood-eyed, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Incorrigible, please. I like to think I've earned it. Are you always this mouthy?" A beat, wherein he ruffles up the top of his birdy hair with the hand no longer protecting his fragile ribcage. "Or am I just lucky>?"
He is putting her in his phone as 'Brat' now. They are frands.