- ring ! ring ! -

It leapt from every day, to every to every couple of hours, to every half hour. It could have been paranoia, it could have been sheer anticipation.
But for what, really?
Often times Justin had to guess if there had been an answer at all. He'd know after ringing stopped, or hear shuffling of wires or whatever else. He hated that most of all, feeling he was being toyed with, made to look like a fool. Often times neither of them said anything at all.
Justin was always the first to speak, or, let alone say anything. That was the most frustrating to him. He'd call him drunk, at three AM; tired, angry, bored, depressed (for whatever reason).
In the end, Justin was worry free of becoming a burden during his constant need to cal and address.
Because he always answered.