[Things he's seen at the coffee bar: hot milk, chocolate drizzle, whipped cream, sugar. The beverage he soon returns with is a kind of janky hot cocoa that's probably a little oversweet, but hey, he also made it himself.
[this is very sweet. both like, emotionally but also in the teeth rotting way.
gideon doesn't seem to mind? in fact, she will drink this and probably finish it, because unlike harrowhark she wishes to be flavor blasted like a medieval peasant.]
Passable. [she says, with another drink. she reaches to adjust harrow's coat and blanket pile, and when she resettles, if he's sitting next to her she'll press their shoulders together.]
[He shifts a little, reaches over, and presses lightly on the side of her head like he's inviting her to go one step further and lower her head down onto his shoulder if she wants to.]
What about the people besides those who are here? We were all together not too long ago, taking care of Harrow and the others that had shown up injured.
[it's not quite hesitation, but there is a little bit of assessing, maybe. and then she will actually just do that, folding her arms across her chest and resting her head on his shoulder.]
[because he's not the best artist. he's just kind of drawing whatever.
also let's just assume this is after that thread below, because he grabs a spoon and leans forward to place it in the mug, using this as an excuse to murmur-]
Bixing said to just give it about a day to go away.
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