[ Rommy drops his phone to his chest, then, reconsidering, shoves himself up to a sitting position, phone tumbling down to land on his lap, the dim light casting odd shadows across the angle of his face. ]
What, like the card?
[ He doesn't like the sound of Lonán's voice, the way his face is tight with fear.
This isn't the look he gets when they try to talk about the app aloud, this is something deeper. ]
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What, like the card?
[ He doesn't like the sound of Lonán's voice, the way his face is tight with fear.
This isn't the look he gets when they try to talk about the app aloud, this is something deeper. ]
This about those questions?