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"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent..."
Rolf heard him come in the night before, heard him wander around the flat, retire for a while in his chair, and he found the empty glass the next morning. It smelled like distilled juniper berries.
After that he'd learned from Roger, he found himself even more interested in the likes of John Dawlish that he had been before, and he wanted to get to know him better. Not just his work and why he did it, but the man himself. His interest was, and he was yet to realise it, slipping away from being strictly to do with his book and becoming more about personal curiosity.
Up in the morning because he had an excellent internal clock, he pattered into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them. Toast for John, because he'd never seen him eat anything else, and eggs for them both--he'd had the time to visit a market the day before, he had them scrambled in a bowl with some pepper and other spices, not yet thrown into the frying pan.
He cleared off and set the table for the two of them, even bringing a few flowers down from a bouquet (also from the market) for the table. He couldn't find a proper vase, so he opted to just use an empty coffee tin for his few daisies and carnations.
When he heard John stirring, he got up to get himself a second cup of strong coffee and toss the eggs on so they'd be ready by the time he finally managed to make his way down the stairs.