*grabs his chilly coffee and hastily sips, trying to quietly clear his throat (he's a little hoarse but maybe you didn't notice in the space of that one word—dammit, why didn't he check the number?)*
*dutifully, as though his guts aren't twisting with some inexplicable dread, as though his mind isn't racing through every little thing you could possibly be calling him up for (am I forgetting something?)* Yes, sir. *waits a moment and carefully hangs up*
*spends thirty seconds breathing deeply and swigging coffee (calm... calm)* *pushes himself out of his chair and heads your way, cup in hand* *prays he looks more energetic/put-together/relaxed than he feels*