"I don't think there's anyone I want to talk to that badly," he admits with a grin, then shoves the phone back into his pocket as he gestures for Lucy to pick a table. It's not as convenient as the other coffee places, but he likes that it's slower. More his speed, he thinks.

He can see how it would help with a kid, though, how it would be better to keep an eye on someone like Eleven. How it would have been better to call her whenever he was going to be late. Maybe he would have disappointed her less.

"I got a kid back home," he says, rubbing his chin as a waitress comes over. Of course he'd say it as soon as they're about to be interrupted. It keeps it from being too serious. "I keep thinking about her."