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[The sun doesn't so much as rise as flick on with the sudden, glaring brightness of noon. Whatever time keeping device you have on you says its about 8:14am when this happens.

The power's back, but the time on your timekeeping device never really make sense with the position of the sun as it moves across the sky.]

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[ fretfully ]

If-- if you want. Of course. I-I wouldn't... mind more, but I can't force you to...

...I enjoy your company.

[ looks... surprised. more importantly also-- touched? and a bit embarrassed with himself, after that moment of silence.

ducking his head, flustered ]

... thank you.

[his smile is still kinda tired, but. this is progress?]

Would you mind terribly if I made some tea? If you happen to have any in the apartment, that is.

I... yes. Of course, if you'd like to.

[busying himself with that, mostly to have a moment to think

and eventually, once that's done, setting two mugs on the most convenient table. HE LOOKS. a little bit lost actually]

[ coffee table probs

taking one gratefully but. looking at him, concerned. ]

... is something wrong?

["i know how to charm people i feel nothing for, to devastating effect, but i haven't really tried it out on people i actually like, and crossing those wires feels very weird" seems like maybe not the thing to say

LUCKILY CONCISION IS AN OPTION. self-deprecating, with a smile again] I'm a little nervous.

... what for?

I wish I knew how better to set you at ease.

[ ah. looking fairly guilty, staring down into his tea ]

N-no, it's... please, you don't... have to. It's my fault, in any case, so I just-- I'm trying to... get over it.

You're fine the way you are.

[starting to return back to it's not your fault and then blinking as that last part filters through

a little bit pink, faintly dismayed, but it's that sort of sweet pain that happens when you're not sure how to deal with a gesture of kindness]

...Thank... you. Powers. I am sorry to keep pressing this issue and— trying to hurry you along.

[ just shakes his head and sips at his tea, a little pink himself ]

[might as well retrieve what he was going to say. what was it. right]

You don't need to blame yourself for being wary.

I don't...

[ a pause, searching for the words and frowning ]

... I just... don't want you to take it, um. Personally. It's not you. You've been very kind. I'm just... fucked up.

[gently] That seems to be common around here. I don't judge you for it, certainly.

Is it...

[ sort of solemnly. Hmm. ]

In most places, really.

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