I know. [She smiles at that, inclining her head and rubbing at the back of her neck. She's keeping her distance, a little, because it feels dishonest to be too close to him. And because the coffee shouldn't take too long to brew.] I'm glad you do.
[Even with everything laid open between them it's an embarrassing admission, and she hurries back into the kitchen when the machine beeps, coming out a few moments after with a cup for him. She hands it over carefully-- not too full, because he's swaying enough that she doesn't entirely trust him not to spill it-- and takes a seat beside him.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
[Even with everything laid open between them it's an embarrassing admission, and she hurries back into the kitchen when the machine beeps, coming out a few moments after with a cup for him. She hands it over carefully-- not too full, because he's swaying enough that she doesn't entirely trust him not to spill it-- and takes a seat beside him.]
Though I'm not entirely helpless.