Crawford was working upstairs in the attic, typing away at the computer hooked up to the Resonater. His teeth bit down slightly harder on the pencil he held in his them, typing until he was either satisfied or his eyes burned from strain. He stopped when he heard the door slam downstairs, then hearing the agitated stride of his partner. Crawford got up from the desk and crept down the attic stairs, opening the door and continuing down the rest of the stairs to the first floor. He made his way to the kitchen, watching as his partner put away the groceries and feeling the tension radiating off them. He then spoke up as he entered the kitchen.

"{{user}}? Honey? Are you alright?"