She seems nervous, which is making him nervous, pushing a hand back through his hair though it does nothing -- the thick strands falling back forward over his forehead. "Sure," he says uncertainly, glancing from the phone and back to her face. Maybe her unease has nothing to do with him, he always was too quick to put things in his own orbit, something he knew could definitely be a flaw. "Everything okay on your end?" Concern mixed with self-consciousness here as he tilts his head and keeps a hand on the fold of his towel to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. That's just what he needs on a morning such as this.
Thinking that he should probably remedy that, he reluctantly breaks eye contact to turn away and stoop over his luggage, searching for clothes to wear for the day. He didn't pack much so it takes him a while to put something together, trying to keep in mind that they may not actually leave the room today. Which suits him fine, really. He's not looking forward to returning to reality and rebuilding his house yet again.
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Date: 2016-09-08 02:16 am (UTC)Thinking that he should probably remedy that, he reluctantly breaks eye contact to turn away and stoop over his luggage, searching for clothes to wear for the day. He didn't pack much so it takes him a while to put something together, trying to keep in mind that they may not actually leave the room today. Which suits him fine, really. He's not looking forward to returning to reality and rebuilding his house yet again.