We could all use it. God knows I didn't eat a thing yesterday.
[He'd been a little too busy to remember something so trivial, after all.
He takes the coffee, dumps some sugar into it, and takes a big, scalding drink of it. He doesn't seem to notice it burning his mouth; on the contrary, it's almost like a coping mechanism. Something to distract from his emotional pain.]
That's a relief. I was born in the days when men didn't really—they weren't supposed to show how they felt. And I suppose a lot of that I still carry with me.
[He heaves a heavy sigh, shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth.]
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[He'd been a little too busy to remember something so trivial, after all.
He takes the coffee, dumps some sugar into it, and takes a big, scalding drink of it. He doesn't seem to notice it burning his mouth; on the contrary, it's almost like a coping mechanism. Something to distract from his emotional pain.]
That's a relief. I was born in the days when men didn't really—they weren't supposed to show how they felt. And I suppose a lot of that I still carry with me.
[He heaves a heavy sigh, shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth.]