"I know." Mag closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. The temptation to stand there holding him, not moving, was strong; she indulged it for a few seconds and then took a step back, her hand finding this again. He deserved an explanation, but not in the middle of the hallway.
She led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I'm sure you want to know what happened." Over the network, it would have been too impersonal, too lonely. "Better sit down first, though."