He heaved a sigh, finally sitting up, if only to fold his arms on the table and thunk his forehead down on one forearm. Then wince a moment later and rub the spot because ow, that was a buckle on the brace beneath one glove.

"That's my problem though. I don't know what TO do." He turned to look beside him, all the mixed up emotion clear on his face. "This has never happened to me, bro. I mean sure, I tried calling her, but she didn't pick up..." Which had resulted in a brief conversation with her Digimon, but he didn't feel like going into it right now.

"You should have seen her, Martin..." He sighed, resting the side of his head on the pillow of his arms. "She looked so scared when she ran off, and so embarrassed... I don't know what to do."