/whee the most late
[Allen is sitting in the coffee shop with his gloved fingers wrapped around a tall cup. He sips it pretty casually, and appears to be staring at the reflection across from him. The reflection shows a crowd of people who appear to be celebrating; perhaps a Christmas or a New Year's from the look of it; drinking and toasting and talking and laughing. Some of the faces are familiar -- Cross, Link, Lenalee, Lavi, Kanda, Alma, Road, Tyki -- but Allen is not there.]
[There's contentment in his interest, certainly. But it's also a little -- edgy.]