[Ben, too, meant what he said and has followed through; he gives her space and doesn't attempt to intrude, doesn't hover for all that he's still paying as much attention as he can given his own condition. He's long since regained his feet, so to speak, and only feels slightly more easily fatigued, marginally foggy in a way he absolutely knows how to function through. The twinge of pain every now and again when he bends too swiftly or too sharply is quite literally negligible.
He's reading when the feed opens and once he sees the source, he's quick to activate his own side as well. So quickly in fact that he's still stretching out from where he'd been curled up himself, small and close and curved over the book he'd propped against his tented knees, silent and rapt.
He doesn't smile because he doesn't smile, but his eyes are bright and warm - and then confused, but curious.]
Hello, Abigail. No, I have not. I've never had reason or occasion to do so. Have you?
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He's reading when the feed opens and once he sees the source, he's quick to activate his own side as well. So quickly in fact that he's still stretching out from where he'd been curled up himself, small and close and curved over the book he'd propped against his tented knees, silent and rapt.
He doesn't smile because he doesn't smile, but his eyes are bright and warm - and then confused, but curious.]
Hello, Abigail. No, I have not. I've never had reason or occasion to do so. Have you?