[ He shifts his wrist in her grip enough to twist his hand and take hers, fingers curling gently around her smaller ones as he steps back, drawing her towards the little table with his still-steaming cup of coffee. There are two chairs; he keeps one hand in hers and uses the other, the artificial left hand, to draw one out for her in an invitation. ]
Have some breakfast while we talk.
[ His smile is crooked, a little wry. ]
The bread is fresh, and there's some of that cheese you like.
[ Is it her desire, or some small part of him that's still alive in her, trying to take care of her even now? Impossible to say. ]
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Let's sit down.
[ He shifts his wrist in her grip enough to twist his hand and take hers, fingers curling gently around her smaller ones as he steps back, drawing her towards the little table with his still-steaming cup of coffee. There are two chairs; he keeps one hand in hers and uses the other, the artificial left hand, to draw one out for her in an invitation. ]
Have some breakfast while we talk.
[ His smile is crooked, a little wry. ]
The bread is fresh, and there's some of that cheese you like.
[ Is it her desire, or some small part of him that's still alive in her, trying to take care of her even now? Impossible to say. ]