Re: Coffee, hot sweet and strong please
He shook his head, lowering his cup for a moment. "I know you all say that I never found him, but I haven't lived through all that. I was still searching." He picked up the scone on his plate as he spoke, breaking it open and watching the tiny tendrils of steam that rose for a few moments then dissolved into nothing.
"I feel like in a way I've been brought here to save me from going through it all, which is rather strange - like being the only sober man arriving at a party that's already well into the wee hours of the morning, and everyone's well and truly drunk." He looked up at her and took a mouthful of the warm scone, frowning a little as he did.