[ every time he tried to make progress on getting to know her through the internet... like people apparently do these days, he'd shut himself down. it felt like prying, even if she was as near to a public figure as himself. it should be ironic, that stalking her isn't, but hey. whatever.
when she starts digging around for her phone, he puts his coffee cup down. he's glad he does when a second later it's being thrown at him. all the recent messages are from trish, and only then do the pieces fit. trish, on the radio. he had seen them together once, extremely briefly when he'd followed her those couple of weeks. frank opens up their text conversation and overrides his human instinct to snoop. he sends something suitably snarky but also hopefully reassuring so trish doesn't think anyone has commandeered her phone.
he sets it down between them on the floor and picks up his coffee to take his first sip. it tastes better than it ought to. ] There's food, if you want some.
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when she starts digging around for her phone, he puts his coffee cup down. he's glad he does when a second later it's being thrown at him. all the recent messages are from trish, and only then do the pieces fit. trish, on the radio. he had seen them together once, extremely briefly when he'd followed her those couple of weeks. frank opens up their text conversation and overrides his human instinct to snoop. he sends something suitably snarky but also hopefully reassuring so trish doesn't think anyone has commandeered her phone.
he sets it down between them on the floor and picks up his coffee to take his first sip. it tastes better than it ought to. ] There's food, if you want some.