[ It's a quiet agreement, the barest, faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he does. The kind of expression usually reserved for March or Stelle—although, despite himself, perhaps just that iota fonder.
He sips at his coffee, and all of a sudden, the cream doesn't taste too bad.
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[ It's a quiet agreement, the barest, faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he does. The kind of expression usually reserved for March or Stelle—although, despite himself, perhaps just that iota fonder.
He sips at his coffee, and all of a sudden, the cream doesn't taste too bad.
Friends. He can do that. ]