[It had barely occurred to her that he was late, despite the occasional glance to see the time. She's sipping her coffee as he sits across from her and apologizes. It isn't until the cup's on the table that she offers a proper greeting.] Hey, I was beginning to think yo--[And it clicks. And she brings a hand to her mouth to hide her expression. Too bad it doesn't hid her tone, which comes rushed and worried; her first instinct is to reach over the table and gingerly touch the side of his face with her fingertips.]--oh gods, are you okay?
[All he had to do was give her a call. Just let her know what was up. It would have lessened the blow, at the very least. She slides back into her seat, slouching just a touch.]
Let me guess, you walked into a door, right? [The sarcasm is laid on so thick, it would be impossible to not realize it's there.]
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[Yeah. Disastrous.]
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Let me guess, you walked into a door, right? [The sarcasm is laid on so thick, it would be impossible to not realize it's there.]
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