Eleven

He felt like she was missing something about his very passionate declaration, but he wasn't going to give her shit about it.

Secretly, he'd always kind of wish his mom cared more about where he was and what he was doing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd bothered to call to tell her he was going to be late.

"Here," he said, opening and closing his hand for her to give over her phone. "They programmed it in, right?"