Rosemary's POV:
"I know, I know," he says.
He sounds profoundly calm, way too calm. I discern no urgency in his tone and yet… I have this nagging suspicion that he's got more on his chest than he'd like me to believe.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I question.
"Absolutely," he utters with a bit of a breathy voice.
"Then what is it? Why did you call?" I ask the same questions I previously did, but I opt for a tonal change. Perhaps a softer approach will get me an answer.
"Frankly, I have no idea. I just wanted to hear your voice, so I did," he says simply.
There still is no insistence delivered through his speech. He could be telling the truth for all I know, but for all I care, the niggling feeling I had the moment I heard his voice remains.
"Are you going somewhere?" I ask seemingly out of the blue.
"Not in the near future, why?" he sounds confused, exactly like I expected him to be after my latest question.
