"Thanks," he said, resting his head back on the seat as he waited for the other man to get on the line. When he did, he felt a relieved little smile tug on his lips.

"You sound as bad as I feel," he said by way of response. "It's fucking good to hear your voice." His voice sounded just as tense and worn out than he would likely admit to.

"You better be in New York -- I'm tired of planes for at least the next twenty four hours."