Apr 30, 2007 22:50
*The front door opens, and in comes Andrew. He glances around the room, and apparently doesn't see whoever it is he was looking for.*
*A quiet word to Bar later, he's sitting at a corner table with an oversized mug of hot cocoa with little marshmallows floating in it.*
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...Aunt Annie.
Hey.
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*Very quietly.*
It has.
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It's almost tender, as she sits cross-legged on his table and peers down at him.
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*He leans back, and raises his mug to her in a toast.*
Hi, lady.
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So are you here ... um, officially? Or just to say hi?
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*Andrew looks up, too off-guard to pretend that everything's fine.*
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His news about the door and Zhaan can wait.
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*He bites his lower lip. Why isn't this getting any easier to tell?*
Meg and I, we ... we broke up. Last week.
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*He tries a smile. It isn't very convincing.*
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How've you been?
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