[ He watches her expression for a moment, knowing she's doing that thing where she pretends to feel one way but truly feels another. And as someone who doesn't like to talk about feelings either, he's not going to poke at her about it. Instead he glances down at her tray a moment before he murmurs: ]
At least there's breakfast food. Your favorite.
[ But he'll let things lie there. They both need some time alone in their own heads to think about what being here means. ]
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At least there's breakfast food. Your favorite.
[ But he'll let things lie there. They both need some time alone in their own heads to think about what being here means. ]