[Maybe John's steps were heard, maybe they weren't (who knows - and who cares?), but when Miles looks to the side and catches a laptop screen buzzing with light it's enough to hold his attention and slow him down. He's been chewing idly on a toothpick, now held between fingertips while he looks around and back at the thing. For all the technology lying around, suddenly something as common as an actual computer seems out of place. He could wonder and guess what someone would need it for - assuming it belongs to anyone - but another tempting thought crosses his mind instead.
Miles never had a computer.
All it takes are a few steps, another look around and his palms reaching over to press it shut. He's not quite quick enough to pick it up, but close.]
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Miles never had a computer.
All it takes are a few steps, another look around and his palms reaching over to press it shut. He's not quite quick enough to pick it up, but close.]