[ when his phone rings, he knows it's her before checking the ID. there's a brief moment, between one ring and the next, that he thinks about not answering, even though he told her to call, and he knows it'll piss her off if he doesn't.

it takes until the third ring has sounded before he presses the button to answer, holding the phone by his ear. ]

It's fine. [ his voice is hushed, subdued. ]

Do you... remember my friend Doyle? I think you only met him once, briefly, when... after Thanksgiving, when you came down. He...

He was the one who had visions. He passed them on to Cordelia.

[ he can't bring himself to say why, or what happened after. ]