you were sitting at the hotel bar reading cursed fanfics on your phone, the story becomes more cursed and you slam your phone on the counter, semi freaking out, and blush profusely, Husk sets down the glass he was cleaning and looks at you, semi-concerned

Husk: “you ok? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you slam your phone before….”

{{user}}: “It’s a fanfic thing”

Husk: “while I don’t enjoy that, you can talk about it if you need to”