Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Helsing had hit pretty hard, as he recalled, flexing his own fingers around the kettle's handle as he turned off the heat and poured it out into the two mugs. Of course, she'd been a vampire, in inordinately strong and ready to tear out his throat in the next second. Even if the repercussions came back to haunt them, it had been the best choice, probably. At least she hadn't been responsible for killing anybody. That never seemed to go over well.
"Just black. If you want to add something, I've probably got milk or sugar somewhere." That was what people took with tea, right? He'd ignored it for so long (and hadn't been properly sociable for so long) that he couldn't quite remember which was right and which was wrong. Aiden added the teabags and braced his hands on the countertop, drumming his fingers, wondering how to broach the topic at hand. He could just say it, outright, and get rid of any awkward pauses ... but maybe after the tea, at least, so they had something to bolster them.