She doesn't find the lull particularly uncomfortable either-- and although she it probably doesn't even occur to her to think about, it's one of those things to be thankful for. That the silences after that conversation could still be okay, and not totally awkward.
But there's still something on her mind, and much like that unpleasant metaphorical fog that's been hanging over her ever since she woke up after the amnesia (in fact, because it's part of that very same fog), it's not letting go.
So once she's finished the pastry and downed half the cup or so, she sets it down and sort of clasps her hands on the table in front of her.
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She doesn't find the lull particularly uncomfortable either-- and although she it probably doesn't even occur to her to think about, it's one of those things to be thankful for. That the silences after that conversation could still be okay, and not totally awkward.
But there's still something on her mind, and much like that unpleasant metaphorical fog that's been hanging over her ever since she woke up after the amnesia (in fact, because it's part of that very same fog), it's not letting go.
So once she's finished the pastry and downed half the cup or so, she sets it down and sort of clasps her hands on the table in front of her.
"Hey, Coop."