[ There's a lot going on here, but the one thing that catches his attention - or rather, his ear - is that sound. The tapping. It's not random. It's deliberate. Familiar. He sits up straighter from where he is in the standard car, a look of recognition; pleasant surprise with his mouth in an 'o.' ]
Wait. What did you just say? [ And no he was not referring to proving himself in projects because he will and they know he will! It's the other thing. Roland shakes his head and repeats the tapping against the wall with his own finger tapping the table, beat for beat. ]
...Keep? [ Keep what?
No, that's not important. He stares at this strange duo as if he just found an answer. ]
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Wait. What did you just say? [ And no he was not referring to proving himself in projects because he will and they know he will! It's the other thing. Roland shakes his head and repeats the tapping against the wall with his own finger tapping the table, beat for beat. ]
...Keep? [ Keep what?
No, that's not important. He stares at this strange duo as if he just found an answer. ]
You know morse code. You both do.