If you're singing me a lullaby I hope you brought a lot of bass to lull me to sleep.

[ The deadpan is what makes Max... Max. He doesn't care and can tell the difference in just the context and maybe there's a smile there. The floor is creaking a little, and there's the sound of a bed dipping, pillows brushing the speaker on the phone as Tris gets himself adequately comfortable for a nap. The throbbing behind his eyes is soft, a pulsing like his heartbeat and there's still the vague taste of blood on the air from his mouth, from his nose. He wipes at it a little. ]

My head's had better days.

But there have been worse ones as well.

[ He closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh. ]

I just wanted to be sure I didn't make a mistake.

[ I know you're working hard to find him. I didn't want to waste your time if I was wrong.

I wish I was.

Maybe I still can be? ]