Hey, Harry. Soft paws. [ He can swipe as long as no claw's involved but- Carolina's fine, his cat's not an ass, all's well. Coffee. He needs some coffee. The ritual of filling the reservoir and setting the machine buys him a little time. Why she was here- that was kind of obvious. That she seems so damn uncomfortable doing it sort of cements his earlier notions from the week before.
Hell.
Even when the apology comes he's got half a mind to ask what, in particular, she's apologizing for but- he doesn't want to think about it. Or talk about it. It happened, they've all moved on. No need to dwell.
York turns to lean his hip against the counter, arms lightly crossed, brows lifted. ]
288 - Afternoon; action
Hell.
Even when the apology comes he's got half a mind to ask what, in particular, she's apologizing for but- he doesn't want to think about it. Or talk about it. It happened, they've all moved on. No need to dwell.
York turns to lean his hip against the counter, arms lightly crossed, brows lifted. ]
Okay.