Frowning, he idly picks at the edge of the counter where it's been chipped.

"Y'sure?"

June lets out a short sigh on the end of the line and Bill can tell that she's not okay, and doesn't want to talk about it.

"Bill, I'm just tired. Y'know I don't stay out all that late and that party of yours ran over my bedtime, that's all."

Watching a piece of the counter edge fall to the floor, Bill nods.

"Alright then. I uh, I guess I'll let y'go then. If you need me for help 'round the house or anything just-- "

"I will. Take care of yourself, son."

When she cuts him off his shoulders slump and he moves away from the counter.

"I will. Bye."

After hanging up the phone he stares at it a moment before turning away and heading to the fridge.