"Are you offering to make me tea in my own apartment, or are you trying to suggest something?" Edith asks, the levity in her voice deliberate. It's not going to do anything to change the situation they're in, or to lessen the weight of all of this, but at least a moment's break is bound to do them some good. If nothing else, it ought to convey that she doesn't hold anything against him now. She wouldn't have brought him back here if she did. "How about I make tea, and... you can tell me whatever you think you need to."
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Date: 2016-06-03 04:32 am (UTC)