*judging from the bits of shop-talk he's heard you throw out here and there, has definitely gotten the impression that you know your stuff* *still, has only to consider how many volts you deal with in a day, and how few it actually takes to kill (yes, he researched all of this)* *almost grumpily* You had better be. You have obligations.
townie
*practically hums with amusement, biting the inside of his lip to feel your hands (oh, those long and dextrous fingers) resting at his lower back, playing with his shirt* I'll want it later. Right now, though... *blinks suddenly and looks down at the phone still clutched in his hand, pressed against your chest* —Oh. I should call Mac.