Tom puffs out a weak laugh and his shoulders relax. "I'm sorry," he says, shaking his head. "Please, come sit down. I'll stick the beer in the fridge; I wasn't sure what you'd want to eat? I have popcorn, or I can make nachos or sandwiches...?" And he is definitely not going to talk about the phone call or the fact that his phone is now wedged in the napkin holder on the counter instead of in his pocket.