He's puttering around the kitchen, doing some dishes while he talks on the phone.

"No, Dad, it's not the commies, it's your son. Remember? Peter? Pain in your arse? Very disappointing? Yes, good, that's me. How was your day?"

He lets his father rattle on about how his day was as he keeps tidying up. "Er...maybe this weekend I'll pop by. I've a guest here, so...Yes, you've met her. Well, you'd have to ask her, Dad, I don't know what she sees in me either." He rubs his face. "No, I don't know where Romany is. Cuz she tells me nothing." He leans against the counter. He sighs. "Nothin's gonna come an' get you in your sleep, Dad, everything's fine. Get some rest, you smelly old geezer."

"Yeah. Me too." He hangs up and sets the phone down next to him, tapping his fingers on the counter, and then looks up when he sees Kitty. "A'right?"