He laughs as he thinks of what a sight that would be and he unconsciously squeezes her hand this time. Feels a little warm in his chest, a familiar and kind feeling.
"You got a way with words."
I did too, once.
"Middle piece only. And milk's gotta be ice-cold, no lukewarm."
The last part is more to himself as he pulls out a glass, but he stares down into it, fridge still closed. It feels almost too familial, makes him feel out of place even among someone who's taken him under wing.
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30/5/16 04:25 (UTC)"You got a way with words."
I did too, once.
"Middle piece only. And milk's gotta be ice-cold, no lukewarm."
The last part is more to himself as he pulls out a glass, but he stares down into it, fridge still closed. It feels almost too familial, makes him feel out of place even among someone who's taken him under wing.