He pulled out a pack of hamburgers from his bag, munching it while tuning the radio to the traffic news. The phone rang. It was his mother. It was the third call he'd taken from her without showing any sign of annoyance, "Mom, I'm almost home. I'll be there in about two hours. Don't wait for me. Go ahead and eat."
After ending the call, he exhaled loudly and continued chewing on his hamburger and drinking mineral water.
If he had known he wasn't going to be driving, he would have taken his brother's helicopter, which would have gotten him home ahead of time. But that would have been too high-profile. If his old man found out he had taken a helicopter, he would surely get a good scolding, if not a good thrashing.
He rarely went home, and now that he finally did, the last thing he wanted was a drubbing from the old man as a welcome home present. So, he continued to munch on his hamburger and sip on his mineral water.