[Will's forehead scrunches up a little as he watches the guy poke at his weird...device thing. He's from 1983, okay, he doesn't know what a phone is, and he's very bad at texting.
But then the message appears and Will startles a little, eyes widening a bit before -- oh, right. That's a thing. He'll clear his throat and shrug a shoulder, before very carefully texting back:]
it's okay. it's kinda weird. if i'm in the way, i can go someplace else.
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But then the message appears and Will startles a little, eyes widening a bit before -- oh, right. That's a thing. He'll clear his throat and shrug a shoulder, before very carefully texting back:]
it's okay. it's kinda weird. if i'm in the way, i can go someplace else.