Zoe looked at the spot where Liz patted, thought about it, and sat at the kitchen island instead. It wasn't to be contrary, she just wanted something to slump over and the kitchen island fulfilled that purpose beautifully. Also it gave her something to hide behind. She didn't think Liz would try to hug her without warning, but it was easier to hug somewhere when they were sitting on the counter while you made them tea.
Ugh, tea. Zoe needed something stronger than tea. "Can I have coffee?" she asked. Her voice was embarrassingly croaky, which was her own fault for crying herself stupid last night.