Voicemail.
Hello. [Sounding.. fine. Not exactly casual, but in the moods of Tony, relatively... fine. He isn't pretending, no note of falsity. His voice keeps trailing off like he is remembering to think while he talks. He does this when he's talking to machines and himself.] It's me. [Everyone in the world should recognize his voice, naturally.] I'm sure you're busy arranging some... meeting I'm going to forget to attend. Not forget on purpose but... you know. I forget to do things and... I'm going to start over.
Sorry about the other night... I guess it ended... abrupt. [Vaguely shame-voiced. He does this when he means to just apologize but he isn't certain how.]
I thought you might want to do the... stay home thing... you suggested. Pizza. Low-key. Do you do low-key? Not sure. Well. Somewhere home... -like... It's up to you.