Re: [diner: eddie/cat]
It's coffee and espresso. [He said proudly and watched the kid steal the mug like a thief reaching for a lock. Eddie looked for similarities and differences, turning them around in his head like a puzzle that needed to be solved. He wondered what pieces were missing or if they just fit in different places now.
He reached to touch her hand, his rough and delicate fingers clasping over hers before he sat back again.] Are we sure it's not death related? [He tilted his head to look at the scar.] How did anyone get a hold of you?