[Josh is left gaping at his screen when the connection's cut, like: What was that?
— who was that?
It takes him a solid minute to finally put his phone down, so he can bring his shaky hands up and try to rub some color back into his face.
She's just mad. He can't blame her. She's mad, and she'll — ]
She'll get over it.
[Spoken aloud, to himself.
The silence of the room does nothing to reassure him. If anything, it just makes the skeptical tone in his voice ring back in his ears that much more clearly.]
no subject
— who was that?
It takes him a solid minute to finally put his phone down, so he can bring his shaky hands up and try to rub some color back into his face.
She's just mad. He can't blame her. She's mad, and she'll — ]
She'll get over it.
[Spoken aloud, to himself.
The silence of the room does nothing to reassure him. If anything, it just makes the skeptical tone in his voice ring back in his ears that much more clearly.]
...yeah.
[Yeah, no.]