[ A smile, sardonic, amused, but soft too, twitches on Hei's lips. He hides it into the curve of his own coffee cup, blowing before he takes a slow sip. At least she's not totally catatonic yet. That's a good sign. ]
I said drink up. Not chug. [ He reaches to touch her face, fingertips cool and light against the cut of her jaw. ] I'll put a teaspoon of cinnamon on it later. [ Or she could chew on a mouthful of snow. But that's always squicked him out on a personal level. Too many pedestrians peeing in the slush etc ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
I said drink up. Not chug. [ He reaches to touch her face, fingertips cool and light against the cut of her jaw. ] I'll put a teaspoon of cinnamon on it later. [ Or she could chew on a mouthful of snow. But that's always squicked him out on a personal level. Too many pedestrians peeing in the slush etc ]