Indeed.

[It's enough of a confirmation for her, despite the worrying wheeze that he makes. Having him describe it was one thing, but hearing the sick wetness of it across the call is another matter entirely. He doesn't have to see the frown crease her brow; he'll only hear another rustle of fabric and clink of glass, and the sound of a door follows with a gusty rush of air after.]

I'll be there to let myself in shortly. Shall I stay on the phone and soothe your woes with my dulcet words?

[Or with her terrible humor, maybe.]