[She'll leave him to it, heading down to the kitchen with some hasty (and slightly panicked) parkouring to grab some batters and a screwdriver. It's a little longer getting back up, with the items in her arms, but sure enough, soon she returns, looking no less worried.]
Okay, I've got the stuff. You ready?
[Because she knows changing his batteries is always a daunting task for him- for how easy it is for him to lose himself. Neither of them wants that looming over them if they can help it. ]
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and at that, he nods and flops backwards onto his ass, already tired of standing.]
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Okay, I've got the stuff. You ready?
[Because she knows changing his batteries is always a daunting task for him- for how easy it is for him to lose himself. Neither of them wants that looming over them if they can help it. ]