[it won't be a coincidence. the man watches Tek busy around for a moment... but his gaze eventually falls to the tea kettle, and the few small furls of steam still rising from its spout.
but nothing comes of it. he lifts his eyes back to Tek as the other man turns back to him, with no guesses as to what he's got in his hands. eventually, sigh a sigh and a small, crooked smile, he closes his eyes and holds out his mismatched hands.]
I really should stop assuming that I know how these meetings of ours will go.
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but nothing comes of it. he lifts his eyes back to Tek as the other man turns back to him, with no guesses as to what he's got in his hands. eventually, sigh a sigh and a small, crooked smile, he closes his eyes and holds out his mismatched hands.]
I really should stop assuming that I know how these meetings of ours will go.