"Mom, I need to tell you something," is what he'd say, and then he'd wait for me to reply:
"One second, buddy - I just need to finish this post." Or make a quick client call, switch the laundry or finish a nonsense political post I'm reading online. There was always something - and it was never quick. And I realized this when he mumbled dejectedly, "it's NEVER a second" - and the way I heard it was, "I'M second."