The voicemail alert pings as he's jogging away from the apartment — away from Clint, and Caleb's far enough away that he no longer feels the disappointment and confusion radiating from him — and Caleb pulls his phone out. The missed call from Michael glares at him, and he winces.

"Fuck, shit," he murmurs, and listens to the voicemail, heart in his throat.

But it's fine, right? Michael wouldn't leave a voicemail if he couldn't leave a voicemail. He doesn't relax until he hears his voice, and he slows to a stop as he listens to the explanation, and the hanging invitation.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, and he pulls his phone down to text Michael a quick 'omw' before re-routing to Ocean View.