*He gives her a small smile in return, but it doesn't make it to his eyes; he is out of the habit of smiling, out of the habit of interacting with people, once again out of the habit of doing much of anything except working, of seeing himself as something other than a machine for solving puzzles.*
Of course it will, Misa. What else would it be?
I have not changed my mind about you.
*He pulls down a box of tea, then turns to her again.*
It is easier already.
*This is wrong, he thinks. There should be some sense of celebration between us; that is normal for people who are reunited after a long time apart. He doesn't know where to begin, so he lifts the kettle and pours water into the cups she has provided.*
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:25 am (UTC)From:Of course it will, Misa. What else would it be?
I have not changed my mind about you.
*He pulls down a box of tea, then turns to her again.*
It is easier already.
*This is wrong, he thinks. There should be some sense of celebration between us; that is normal for people who are reunited after a long time apart. He doesn't know where to begin, so he lifts the kettle and pours water into the cups she has provided.*