[...nope.]

[Nope I can't do this anymore.]

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIgottagobye!

[HE BLUSHES FURIOUSLY, THEN HANGS UP AND FLOPS OVER ON HIS BED.]

[She didn't. She couldn't have. That's not. NO! BAD ED! YOU HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THE WRONG CROWD THAT IS NOT WHAT SHE MEANT.]

[OKAY. HAVE TO ANSWER. POLITELY.]

[Tapping out a message on his d-terminal...]

That sounds great! I'd love to see anything you'd like to show me!

[YES OKAY THAT IS A PROPER ANSWER.]

[...]

[NO BAD THOUGHTS THAT IS NOT HOW I MEANT IT.]

[...well okay I guess if that's how she meant it that's how she'd take this and then at least I'd know...?]

[...]

[.....]

[He hits 'send' at last, and flops onto the bed, his energy all but spent.]