Everything was cooking, and he didn't need to watch it constantly. He moved over to the table, sitting across from Dan and fixing his tea. He sipped it slowly.
"Facing problems is the only way to get past them." He raised an eyebrow. He was trying to move on, but it was a slow process. Usually he was happy just to make it through the day. Here, though, there was little to do except dwell on the past.
He met Dan's eyes. "You're a journalist, you said. Do you specialize?"