[ He doesn't expect the shove- though maybe he should have, really. Not that he's focused on that when he's too busy scrambling to catch it so he doesn't end up breaking it. Butterfingers it until he finally has it somehow awkwardly between his elbows, but it doesn't fall down and that's the important part.
Carefully, he lets it down onto the floor, so he can pick it up properly again. He ends up staring down at it anyway. At the blank text box he should be filling in with something. Some touch of encouragement. Some means of something better than what's in his head.
But as he types in what he next wants to say... he almost erases it instead. Ends up standing there just holding it and looking down. ]
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Carefully, he lets it down onto the floor, so he can pick it up properly again. He ends up staring down at it anyway. At the blank text box he should be filling in with something. Some touch of encouragement. Some means of something better than what's in his head.
But as he types in what he next wants to say... he almost erases it instead. Ends up standing there just holding it and looking down. ]