[freshly embarrassed, Martin's ears are bright red as he gulps, anxiously rubbing and picking at his elbow. he wishes Andy had given him some warning, because then maybe...well. he can't really say he'd have known how to prepare, but...]

N-no. Just. Uh, well. I wasn't...supposed to read. [he shrugs his shoulders up feebly, watching Richie's bag of many things spill out onto the bed.] Nobody was, really. So...

[so thankfully, talk is steering toward something else.

unthankfully, it's to the keyboard.]

Oh--um. I don't know. I just kind of... Press keys in whatever way. You, uh. [he gestures.] You put the headphones on. So it's only you who hears it. You can try.