[ With K's rams around him, Tech Boy is having trouble multitasking his mind. It's such an odd sensation to be content with this casual (albeit half-naked) physical contact. He settles into it for a few seconds before turning his attention back to all the spoken things that also require his attention. ]

There is something really odd going on with the network at the moment. I'm not complaining if a midnight text message leads to this, but better wait until they stop fucking misbehaving and misfiring before trying to text me in the middle of the night. Someone else may get the wrong idea and walk in on you playing naked jazz standards. [ He drinks about half the glass, pulling a face briefly at the taste. ] Unless you're trying to make me jealous.

[ Both hands full, he uses two fingers to stroke K's arm. He'd been teasing, all previous hurt feelings forgiven, but now he falls serious. A bad dream? ] Wanna talk about it? [ He holds up the vape to K's line of sight. ] Or something stronger than the booze? [ He makes a small noise with his tongue. K had been a cop. ] Maybe you don't partake. But it helps more than drinking. I promise.