[ graham, who is keeping the colloquial and possibly literal one eye on petra at all times, notices when she gets up, and has been noticing the fixation on the pamphlet. he gets why - let's just admit that's certainly a large part of what he's doing, it's just that his unhealthy coping mechanisms run to a] laser pragmatism and b] gritted jaw - and comes back to the shore proper to meet her. he doesn't actually take the pamphlet from her, but does clip fingertips around the top edges such that if she lets go, will make it disappear into a pocket or something. ]

All that's going to do is drive you crazy.

[ trying to regain control on one front while focusing on something else completely uncontrollable .....at least looking for a house will get them a house. it's got that going for it. he sympathizes perhaps a little too much. a gesture away from the shore, then a hand reached up to telegraph cupping the back of her elbow, the polite and extremely platonic version of touching hands. ]

Come on. I've found one that should work, but I need your opinion structural integrity and rustic charm.

[ the very tiniest trace of an encouraging smile, possibly. his crow's feet get deeper. ]