[ He's said something. Either right or wrong, he can't quite tell, but something he said to her just now — probably the baby thing, if he had to guess — prompted her to make that noise, and he can't tell if it was good or bad.

They can keep doing this on the phone in the dark, where he has to guess at what her expression is doing, or they can utilize modern technology to the fullest and just fucking Skype already.

Sitting up, he turns on his bedside lamp and fishes out his laptop again, booting it up quickly and reconnecting to the hotel wifi so he can click on the blue Skype icon. ]

You say that now, [ he mutters darkly, playing it up as an obvious joke as he clicks on her name and listens to the boop-de-boop of Skype's dialing tone. When the screen resolves into an image of her face, he lets out a relieved sigh and smiles at her. ]

I'm coming into La Guardia. If you really want to go all the way there to see me, I'm not going to say no, but that's a bitch of a commute.