[ O-oh. There's an awkward pause and Bruno, useless at lying as he is, looks away briefly. ]
Uh, so, right, why don't you keep grinding that and I'll... You want sugar with your coffee? I mean, I usually take it black, but I know that can be a lil' bitter for some folks who ain't used to it.
[ He just avoids the topic altogether! Yep, perfect, surely no follow-up questions will be asked. ]
[ Oookay, he can read the room. He hopes, if they keep talking, that one day he can tell this guy that he's not bad at all and at least one person here doesn't hate him. ]
Black's fine. Sweet's fine, too. But I think sometimes the bitterness is nice.
[ Reminds him of life. ]
If things are too sweet, it starts tasting fake after a while.
[ See, moving right along has Bruno relaxing again. Making coffee is a zen thing to do for him and bringing up what home is like, well, that ruins it all. It's bad enough that they're suddenly stuck in another world, right? ]
Yeah, that sounds about right to me.
[ Too much sweetness makes everything sour in the end. Anyway, after that, he's simply getting the coffee brewed. Once the beans are ground in the grinder, he dumps them into the press, and once the kettle goes off, he adds the boiling water.
Then there's the wait. He'll give it five minutes to brew into a pitch-black liquid before pushing down the press's filter. That clears the grounds out of the coffee, forcing them all to the bottom.
The aroma of fresh coffee fills the air and Bruno will happily pour both of them a cup. ]
Aaand there we go. Fresh coffee! No pills required.
[ In a way, he gets it. That dark, earthy scent of coffee is too unique to forget, the taste too specific. It's bitter but smooth all at once and there's something relaxing about being able to share something so important to his home with someone new. ]
I have a lot of good memories of having coffee with folks.
Eh, nothing too interesting, just... normal stuff. Having coffee with my family in the mornings, making some late-night coffee, and talking about, like, anything. With my sisters, uh, and eventually their husbands, too? They're... they're pretty alright guys.
[ Quiet moments, where no one was upset with him nor expecting him to do anything or make himself useful. ]
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But wait. ]
... About you being hated, too?
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Uh, so, right, why don't you keep grinding that and I'll... You want sugar with your coffee? I mean, I usually take it black, but I know that can be a lil' bitter for some folks who ain't used to it.
[ He just avoids the topic altogether! Yep, perfect, surely no follow-up questions will be asked. ]
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Black's fine. Sweet's fine, too. But I think sometimes the bitterness is nice.
[ Reminds him of life. ]
If things are too sweet, it starts tasting fake after a while.
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Yeah, that sounds about right to me.
[ Too much sweetness makes everything sour in the end. Anyway, after that, he's simply getting the coffee brewed. Once the beans are ground in the grinder, he dumps them into the press, and once the kettle goes off, he adds the boiling water.
Then there's the wait. He'll give it five minutes to brew into a pitch-black liquid before pushing down the press's filter. That clears the grounds out of the coffee, forcing them all to the bottom.
The aroma of fresh coffee fills the air and Bruno will happily pour both of them a cup. ]
Aaand there we go. Fresh coffee! No pills required.
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It smells... different. [ He's trying to identify the difference first, before taking a sip. ] More... um. More colors.
[ It makes no sense to say it that way, but that's the closest way to describe it, he thinks. ]
More vibrant? Kind of unforgettable. I think if I smelled it again, I would remember this moment.
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[ In a way, he gets it. That dark, earthy scent of coffee is too unique to forget, the taste too specific. It's bitter but smooth all at once and there's something relaxing about being able to share something so important to his home with someone new. ]
I have a lot of good memories of having coffee with folks.
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He does notice that Bruno is a tad more relaxed and asks tentatively: ]
Care to share?
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[ Quiet moments, where no one was upset with him nor expecting him to do anything or make himself useful. ]
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[ He takes a sip of coffee at last and his eyes go wide with appreciation. Wow. It’s almost sweet how smooth the brew is. ]
How many siblings do you have?
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[ But thinking about the good times he's had with them does have him smiling, however faintly. ]