[It's late at night, somewhere around 3 a.m. Bruce's voice sounds tight, as if he's having trouble breathing properly. He's trying to keep the lingering sense of anxiety at bay, but it's not working particularly well.]

Hikaru? You said...you said I could call if I needed...but it's too late, you're probably asleep and I shouldn't be bothering you. I'm sorry, I'll just...

[and the message ends as he hangs up]