It' not on purpose, not really-- but he has to get away and think. So he takes things back, then swings by the kitchen and gets sodas from the fridge (he has no idea what they are, but they seem to be carbonated beverages that aren't liquor, so-- hey, roll of the dice) before he takes his time getting back from there.
Sadly, he has no personal answers for anything by the time he's back, and give up on it for now. He isn't anymore prepared to deal with empathy now then when he left her. Empathy's a little bit scary.
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It' not on purpose, not really-- but he has to get away and think. So he takes things back, then swings by the kitchen and gets sodas from the fridge (he has no idea what they are, but they seem to be carbonated beverages that aren't liquor, so-- hey, roll of the dice) before he takes his time getting back from there.
Sadly, he has no personal answers for anything by the time he's back, and give up on it for now. He isn't anymore prepared to deal with empathy now then when he left her. Empathy's a little bit scary.
"Here you are," he says, offering a bottle.