[John picked one hell of a night to contact him. Rhys and Angel died and he got to watch Beckett lose them and then subsequently lose himself. Entirely too much energy had been spent trying to prevent him from hurting himself while he tried to get outside in a berserk rage. He's exhausted from dealing with that alone, never mind Brian's sudden need to go halfway across town to confirm his friend's body is still there.

He hasn't slept properly for a couple weeks, and hasn't slept at all the past day or so. The voice that replies is softer than normal, groggy and whispery with an inability to put any force behind his words.]

It seemed reasonable to me. You didn't remember.