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[evocation]

[Okay, no dwelling. She's not sure what else she can say anyway, really. His change in subject throws her a bit, though, and she blinks.]

Oh, uh, sure. Didn't you want to work?

[wittingly]

[ He offers up a small smile. ]

It wasn't really about working so much as just... having something to focus on. Movie's good for that, too.

[ He'll scoot on back from the desk and head over to the couch. ]

So you don't have to just sit there being bored watching me fuck with tiny little metal things, attaching them to other tiny little metal things.

[evocation]

[Kyna gets up and trails along behind, some of that anxiety easing. He's not exactly his usual self, but... Maybe it really is fine.]

I was really impressed by your little metal things.

[Obviously.]

Do you want me to order food or something?

[wittingly]

Sure, man.

[ Aloof and easy, and he'll just settle in on that couch.

Unless she brings it up again, that's how the night will go — Ian packing a bowl, Kyna ordering food, and watching a movie while stoned very much not talking stress. ]