He'd had a landline. He'd had a cellphone. He'd had every fucking convenience under the sun once upon a time, but then all that went away... contacting people was a pain in the ass and radios only did so much. He can't say he minds having the convenience of ringing someone up on the old fashioned way.

Especially when it means he's not alone with his own thoughts for a while.

He gives a ready grin when he sees the other, giving a short salute as Klaus approaches. "Hey, man. Glad you could make it... hate to have to finish off that bottle all by my lonesome, you know?"