I think we can just pinch each other and call it a day. ( she squeezes his hand, thankful for the gentle contact, but then drops it. it doesn't take her more than a couple of seconds to hug him. she's not normally so touchy feely in a situation where she's not hiding her face from a dead body, but she's so relieved that she doesn't even care at all. once she steps back, she rubs her lips together, looking up at him and shaking her head. her tone and demeanor are apologetic. )

Nothing I can actually suss out, unfortunately. It just like -- it's static. The way a radio sounds when it's between stations. Once in awhile there's a blip of something else, but not long enough or loud enough to get a grip on.