The hand is scrubbing at his eyes, a motion that becomes more hurried when he feels her pull away. He feels ridiculous for it, but he also refuses to acknowledge it. (There's a fresh scar on his wrist, oblong and vaguely starbust-shaped.)

"Yes!" ... "Kind of. They're working on it. Radio's not widespread yet, and I can't really do the weather until we build the infrastructure for it, but yes. Get a radio sometime, you can hear me co-host Cecil Baldwin's show."