*moves away from the door a bit, closing his eyes on a slow inhale... exhale* *softly* Erudammit.
*rubs a hand over his face and turns back to you, all grave lines and hard eyes* Ecthelion has him. He'll be fine (please let him be fine). We have work to do.
*pauses, then* *wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in briefly, pressing a light kiss to your hairline* *kindly* You're a gem, Tanya. *glancing upward* I've got to get upstairs and plow through paperwork. Would you loiter around the front until the relief shows? *gestures with his own phone, explaining* The Hammer's sending over somebody large to cover the door, just to make sure she doesn't go anywhere.