[ He can't imagine who Josh would be texting. A girl, maybe? Could he honestly be bored by Star Wars?
It feels like a lie. Chris would like to believe him, and in most cases he would; Josh has never really given him a reason to distrust him, apart from those times when pranks were pulled, but those are special circumstances. Not to be counted. But this doesn't feel like a prank. Right now, there's something off about Josh's voice, small but to someone like Chris, who's spent more than half of his life with Josh around, blatantly obvious.
The easiest thing to do would be laugh and say "alright, dude" and return to the cool leather cushions and safety of the living room. But that's not Chris. Chris is a worrier. Chris can't walk away when there's a chance that something is up and things aren't as okay as they could be. He knows things have been rough; they don't really talk about it but he knows, and the idea of not being able to help leaves a little stone of nerves and discomfort in the pit of his stomach. And so he hovers there for a moment in silence, trying to decide the best course of action while listening to the soft sounds of droids beeping in the other room, and the almost deathly quiet that Josh seems to be engulfed by. He wets his lips and says: ]
Oh. Did you want me to pause it?
[ It's a safe thing to ask, casual and unassuming. He doesn't really want to pry and he doesnt want to jump to any conclusions, but he wants Josh to say something else. It's weird but he shifts a little to press his ear to the door. ]
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It feels like a lie. Chris would like to believe him, and in most cases he would; Josh has never really given him a reason to distrust him, apart from those times when pranks were pulled, but those are special circumstances. Not to be counted. But this doesn't feel like a prank. Right now, there's something off about Josh's voice, small but to someone like Chris, who's spent more than half of his life with Josh around, blatantly obvious.
The easiest thing to do would be laugh and say "alright, dude" and return to the cool leather cushions and safety of the living room. But that's not Chris. Chris is a worrier. Chris can't walk away when there's a chance that something is up and things aren't as okay as they could be. He knows things have been rough; they don't really talk about it but he knows, and the idea of not being able to help leaves a little stone of nerves and discomfort in the pit of his stomach. And so he hovers there for a moment in silence, trying to decide the best course of action while listening to the soft sounds of droids beeping in the other room, and the almost deathly quiet that Josh seems to be engulfed by. He wets his lips and says: ]
Oh. Did you want me to pause it?
[ It's a safe thing to ask, casual and unassuming. He doesn't really want to pry and he doesnt want to jump to any conclusions, but he wants Josh to say something else. It's weird but he shifts a little to press his ear to the door. ]