No, as in... He doesn't have to apologize. The event and the feeling of it isn't his fault, and it's not fair that someone's made it his problem. She helps him over to the sofa, and honestly doesn't know what to do from there.
"Hang on. I'm gonna--" Once David's something like settled, she heads back to the kitchen to find her phone. That's intact, at least, but the scope of the blackout is immediately evident. No bars, no notifications that slipped through beforehand. She returns to the living room to sit on the arm of her sofa, one leg bouncing nervously. "God, I hope this is more supervillain idiocy and less cosmic horror or whatever."
But anyway.
"Is there anything I can do to help? Glass of water?"
She... can't really think of anything else that seems remotely useful.
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No, as in... He doesn't have to apologize. The event and the feeling of it isn't his fault, and it's not fair that someone's made it his problem. She helps him over to the sofa, and honestly doesn't know what to do from there.
"Hang on. I'm gonna--" Once David's something like settled, she heads back to the kitchen to find her phone. That's intact, at least, but the scope of the blackout is immediately evident. No bars, no notifications that slipped through beforehand. She returns to the living room to sit on the arm of her sofa, one leg bouncing nervously. "God, I hope this is more supervillain idiocy and less cosmic horror or whatever."
But anyway.
"Is there anything I can do to help? Glass of water?"
She... can't really think of anything else that seems remotely useful.