[ He doesn't think he's ever seen this particular expression on Tatara's face before. It reminds him of - the anticipation before a tense department meeting, knowing that something might be wrong, knowing something might need to be addressed - and then wondering where the fault lies. Perhaps coffee would be best then. He nods at Tatara and leaves for the kitchen. Ten minutes, nothing more.
There's not much to be said about his room if Tatara wants to look around, except that there are signed of two people sharing, which he'd probably known about anyway.
When Ginger comes back, it's with two steaming mugs of fresh brewed coffee, made in the same way Bruno had once taught him. ]
Here.
[ He places the mug before Tatara, and takes a seat, a polite distance away. ]
no subject
There's not much to be said about his room if Tatara wants to look around, except that there are signed of two people sharing, which he'd probably known about anyway.
When Ginger comes back, it's with two steaming mugs of fresh brewed coffee, made in the same way Bruno had once taught him. ]
Here.
[ He places the mug before Tatara, and takes a seat, a polite distance away. ]
Let's get into it then.