He picks up the phone from where it's laying, his ring tone playing "Bad Things" by Jace Everett. "I know I agreed to let Steve stay here but..." Her voice trailed off reluctantly. "But what? Did he drink the last cup of coffee or something?" "Well, no." "So what's the problem?" "You know, really it's your faul..." "Okay, stop right there. WHAT is the problem?" "You wouldn't give me permission to come this morning!" she m...