*blinks fuzzily and darts a look at you, bewildered (because he has so much to be sorry for, don't you know?)*
I should've called you. *looks down at his hands, bleakly* Could've sworn I had. I was already dead, wasn't anything left but to warn you. And I called you. But I didn't, did I? I called him instead. *with a hint of self-castigation* Shouldn't've done that to him.