Anael only remembered then that it was cold; being bound in this form had done nothing to make him more vulnerable to the cold. "I'm not sure I want to tell you all about it, to be honest," he stated, surprised to hear a strain in his voice again. He ought to stop being so emotional about it, but being emotional was what he did, as a rule. "But coffee would be nice."
He did not really care about coffee; Jack's company would be nice.
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Date: 2017-02-04 12:12 am (UTC)He did not really care about coffee; Jack's company would be nice.