Proko sits up, feeling restless and a little scared. He gestures a bit helplessly, even if Jiang can't see him. "I don't-- no," he says, pushing his fingers into his hair. "I didn't want you to have to think about it when we couldn't even talk for more than thirty minutes. I should've said something as soon as you had your phone back."

But Jiang had been so relieved to be done with his training. Proko hadn't wanted to shit on that relief.