[ It's easy enough to read along as she types, that much is normal. And that's about all that stays normal, because there's a sudden, abrupt disturbance (impossible to follow, because it's all in her own head, his own surprise only a reaction to hers) and he nearly flinches.
...He reaches down to grab her phone for her, though he moves more slowly than he really needs to, stiff with caution. Maybe he's just overly attuned to everything going wrong today, but something was off. The extremists had all run out ages ago, threats trickled out with them, and now... there shouldn't be anything left. (Theoretically. Though he should realize there's always room for a little more tragedy in any given hour.)
He speaks slowly, too. ]
Is... [ He leans his head, looking over her shoulder. ] something the matter?
[ If he heard anything—and of course he didn't—there's nothing that indicates as much. Just a puzzled look, phone gently nudged against her shoulder to return it. ]
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...He reaches down to grab her phone for her, though he moves more slowly than he really needs to, stiff with caution. Maybe he's just overly attuned to everything going wrong today, but something was off. The extremists had all run out ages ago, threats trickled out with them, and now... there shouldn't be anything left. (Theoretically. Though he should realize there's always room for a little more tragedy in any given hour.)
He speaks slowly, too. ]
Is... [ He leans his head, looking over her shoulder. ] something the matter?
[ If he heard anything—and of course he didn't—there's nothing that indicates as much. Just a puzzled look, phone gently nudged against her shoulder to return it. ]