[He'd gone to the tea room probably for the same reason she did--to get a break, to be alone. And it takes him a minute to realize that he's not alone--that's what that whole 'not breathing' thing'll get you, Liv. That and the ball she's curled herself into.
He nods, slipping in the back for a moment, and coming back, placing a coffee cup near her, strongly laced with hot sauce. Because he's trying.]
Hey. [Not a great start, but how is anyone supposed to be good at starting conversations in a time like this?]
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He nods, slipping in the back for a moment, and coming back, placing a coffee cup near her, strongly laced with hot sauce. Because he's trying.]
Hey. [Not a great start, but how is anyone supposed to be good at starting conversations in a time like this?]