[It would work. It would just raise a huge flutter of worry, after, and at the worst cause train delays, but that's all - and while that's not something he wants, he's still halfway through typing his own pedantic It would work in response when he gets that second message.

He bites the inside of his cheek and shifts in his seat, leaning his shoulder into the window and facing the screen of his phone away from the asshole beside him. Ducks his head somewhat and sends a simultaneously defensive and panicked glance over at the guy just in case before destroying his lip as he wonders what to say.


Instead he spends about two minutes staring at it.]

See you soon