[He takes the moment offered to enjoy his coffee. Use that bittersweet warmth to bolster him. Fill in the sore holes. This stings more than he feels it ought considering the fragments he can recall. There's something deeper here he cannot place- and honestly? Does not care to.
It hurts.
He would rather not spend too much time picking at sores. He won't ever mend if he does that. He waits until Eugene returns, coffee finished, manner mild and distantly pleasant.]
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It hurts.
He would rather not spend too much time picking at sores. He won't ever mend if he does that. He waits until Eugene returns, coffee finished, manner mild and distantly pleasant.]