[ The coffee "suddenly" in front of him earns a soft blink, and then he looks up at C. He manages a tired sort of smile that doesn't even remotely begin to reach his eyes.
He initially just responds with a small nod. His voice sounds dangerously close to that kind of tired that just leaves a person feeling empty. The kind that even eight hours of sleep wouldn't help with. ]
... Thanks, C. [ hesitantly wrapping his hands around the cup, and focusing on the warmth for now ] I'll be...
[ And he falls quiet for a couple of seconds as he holds a blink. He shakes his head. ]
... okay, maybe. [ a beat ] This is probably my... tenth time? [ with his voice sounding a tad bit... off - like he's sort of out of it, at this point ] Seeing a dead body of someone who either was a friend... or more. Or could have become one, if we'd had enough time together. Maybe that's why all I feel is... numb.
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He initially just responds with a small nod. His voice sounds dangerously close to that kind of tired that just leaves a person feeling empty. The kind that even eight hours of sleep wouldn't help with. ]
... Thanks, C. [ hesitantly wrapping his hands around the cup, and focusing on the warmth for now ] I'll be...
[ And he falls quiet for a couple of seconds as he holds a blink. He shakes his head. ]
... okay, maybe. [ a beat ] This is probably my... tenth time? [ with his voice sounding a tad bit... off - like he's sort of out of it, at this point ] Seeing a dead body of someone who either was a friend... or more. Or could have become one, if we'd had enough time together. Maybe that's why all I feel is... numb.