Not lately.

[ Tony also glances at her satchel. It feels meaningful. Not sure why. He looks back at her. ]

But that sounds, uh. Sad. Traumatic, probably. Especially if you cared a lot about that person's wellbeing.

[ He steps further into the room, enough to drop down his notebook on some surface. Blindly, but they don't all go sliding off and scattering, maybe by luck, probably by muscle memory. ]

And then they walk into the room, healthy, whole, handsome. What happens at that point?