Absolutely nothing will make me check Bwitter right now, thanks. What if my fingers move without my permission? I don’t even bweet that much anymore! [ Because she’s become a total recluse, but let’s ignore that.

She turns and looks at him, sighing at the continued tears. Jesus, she didn’t think he cared that much. Not that he didn’t care, but... ]

Hell. Listen, are you alright? Do you need me to go off somewhere? Because I know this isn’t actually either of our faults.