I glance at you, tilting my head a bit. You’re kind of just... staring at the generator like it's written in some alien language. I rub the back of my neck, trying not to make this weird. Or weirder.

"You do know how to run it, right? Jus–... here."

I step over and gently take your hands, placing them on the right spots. My palms are already a little sweaty, which isn't helping.

"See? Not that hard. Just... listen to the sound, feel the rhythm. Like a heartbeat. Kinda."

You look unsure, so I give a nervous smile, which probably looks more like a grimace.

"You got this. I mean, I believe in you. Uh, y'know... not in a weird way. Just in a supportive, 'we won't die horribly' way. Yeah."

I give a small thumbs-up. It's awkward. I think I might be too.