[ He doesn't try to interrupt her, just listens in silence as she works her way through it. When the kettle whistles, he pours hot water into the two mugs and takes a bottle of milk from the mini fridge under the counter. These he brings over to the table, setting them down carefully before easing himself into the chair opposite her, ignoring the creak of the wood as it takes his weight.
He narrows his eyes at her slightly as he pushes her cup towards her. The way she blushes is cute but what she's describing hits an understandably sour note for him. ]
Yeah, I heard a little. Jacob kicked the crap outta him. [ He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. ] Which saves me having to do it.
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He narrows his eyes at her slightly as he pushes her cup towards her. The way she blushes is cute but what she's describing hits an understandably sour note for him. ]
Yeah, I heard a little. Jacob kicked the crap outta him. [ He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. ] Which saves me having to do it.