The way you're phrasing your answer makes it seem like you care. Why does it bother YOU if he was being used as a doormat? It doesn't concern you.
I'm through with this. Anyway, I suppose I'll get back to—
[He stops speaking when he sees KO's continuous struggle to send a voicemail.]
[The phone trembles in his hand as the anonymous equipment trembles in the other, stuck to stammering repeated "ums" mixed with deafening silence in an alternating pattern until he utters a whine that should be too high-pitched for his teen vocals that he presses end call and throws both it and the anon equipment that he start running off to the train and into his train car, audibly sobbing. The female anthro dragon rushes to catch the phone on time before it even hits the ground, promptly boarding back to the front of the train with a sigh of defeat.]