He used his hands when he talked. He’d had to let go of hers to explain the feed of how they built this, but she’d found holding hands comforting, just to touch something alive here, even if it wasn’t her own hand she was doing it with. She had a different feeling about him, since he’d told her about the jackpot. She thought that that was about how she’d seen he was fucked up by the story, how he didn’t know he was. He put a lot of energy into convincing people, and that was his job, or why he had that job, but really he was always convincing himself, maybe just that he was there, whatever he was trying to convince you. "The one whose party we’re going to, she’s your ex?" she asked. The feed had ended, the window had closed, his badge had blinked out.