He blinks stupidly at the tablet popping out and then... enlarging. "Fuck me, Apple can't do that," he mumbles, but then leans in close to see what she's doing, worry still overriding other emotions.
He registers the smell-- distantly-- unconsciously wrinkles his nose the way a man does on first scenting dog shit on his shoes (or cat piss on his mattress), but at the moment it hasn't quite penetrated that Metody's the source.
"Charlie. Charlie King," Jeremy says, eyes darting over the cool map screen that he doesn't really appreciate right now. "Charles, maybe? Maybe there's a Charles there--"
No such name is appearing there. Jeremy buries his hands into his hair for a moment, then grabs the tablet back from her rudely and jams at the buttons to make a call-- he's familiar with smartphones, so now that the tablet's OUT of the watch he gets the basic concept fine.
Except where his iPhone at home gives him a number pad to enter a phone number manually, this just has the list of names. The list of names that has no Charlie.
"Shit, Charlie, where are you," Jeremy says. Everything will probably make sense if Charlie's here. Charlie makes shit make sense, Charlie has direction, Charlie's the guy who knows what is going on and has a plan for how to get there.
When it becomes clear there's still no Charlie on the list, Jeremy lets the tablet drop to the table with a clatter and slumps back in his chair, staring blankly down at the tabletop.
It takes him a few seconds to remember Metody's there, and that he'd snatched the tablet from her fingers.
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He registers the smell-- distantly-- unconsciously wrinkles his nose the way a man does on first scenting dog shit on his shoes (or cat piss on his mattress), but at the moment it hasn't quite penetrated that Metody's the source.
"Charlie. Charlie King," Jeremy says, eyes darting over the cool map screen that he doesn't really appreciate right now. "Charles, maybe? Maybe there's a Charles there--"
No such name is appearing there. Jeremy buries his hands into his hair for a moment, then grabs the tablet back from her rudely and jams at the buttons to make a call-- he's familiar with smartphones, so now that the tablet's OUT of the watch he gets the basic concept fine.
Except where his iPhone at home gives him a number pad to enter a phone number manually, this just has the list of names. The list of names that has no Charlie.
"Shit, Charlie, where are you," Jeremy says. Everything will probably make sense if Charlie's here. Charlie makes shit make sense, Charlie has direction, Charlie's the guy who knows what is going on and has a plan for how to get there.
When it becomes clear there's still no Charlie on the list, Jeremy lets the tablet drop to the table with a clatter and slumps back in his chair, staring blankly down at the tabletop.
It takes him a few seconds to remember Metody's there, and that he'd snatched the tablet from her fingers.
"...sorry," he says in a mumble.