 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
His brow furrowed more in contorted emotion as he listened to Tate, sympathy for the man welling up inside him alongside everything else. He gave a weak nod to the offer of tea, not particularly sure where Tate was going with this but at the same time not wanting to make up another excuse or deflection. "Coffee stunts your growth." A long pause before he found the voice to speak again. "I'm very sorry for your losses..."
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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