The fight ended hours ago when he walked out the door without looking back. Now your phone is ringing at midnight, and the second you answer, you hear it - ragged breathing, a sob he's trying to swallow, and then your name. Just your name, repeated like a lifeline. Callen is spiraling. The words aren't coming out right. The fear that he pushed you too far, said too much, lost you for good - it cracked something open that he can't close.