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“Esma?”

“Yeah?” She turned, sharp jaw clenched pensively.

“Ne- nevermind,” he dropped his gaze, watching a raindrop fall from his nose to between his boots. Galen follows after her when he hears the sharp twist of Esma’s boots in the wet gravel.

Her most recent abode isn’t much further, luckily. Galen can feel the heat hit him when Esma opens the door, hurrying in to escape the cold dampness of the rain. He carefully removes his shoes by the door, feeling Esma’s presence doing the same before she moves away. He takes another moment to fully unlace his boots before he follows, tugging off his soaked cloak. 

The floorboards creak lightly under his feet, betraying his position as he steps into the sitting room. Esma looks up from where she’s stoking the fire. The way he swallows feels too loud in his ears as he takes a few steps forward.

 She moves to the kitchen before he gets within three steps of her. Galen closes his eyes at the phantom sword in his chest. He carefully hangs his cloak by the fire to dry, and sits on the floor near it. Perhaps a bit too closely, the fire almost burns on his skin. He doesn’t move.

Galen hears the way Esma deliberately creaks a board as she walks away. He pretends he didn’t feel her presence as she left his tea just within reach, opting to simply turn and pick up the mug with a hum of thanks. The tea is his favorite, rosemary and mint. 

He’s careful to not watch her settle into an armchair, tucking her feet up against the armrest. His fingers still feel cold despite the way the fire pushes feeling back into his fingertips, and while the tea is nice it does nothing to parse the lump in his throat. He sets his tea down.

He can feel Esma’s eyes on him. He closes his and tilts his head back, leaning back until the fire truly begins to burn, until he catches the slight change in her breathing. He opens his eyes and leans forward, meeting her eyes.

“What happened to you Galen?” her expression is the most open it’s been since he’s seen her again, some mixture of confusion and grief. He isn’t sure what his own expression is, isn’t sure he wants to know. He doesn't know how to answer the question either. Too much has happened since she left and to be honest he doesn’t quite know how he even ended up here.

Whatever expression he has must be enough, he watches the confusion clear and the grief redouble and somewhere in it all he finds his voice again.

“Could you hold me? Please?”

Esma crashes into him, simultaneously pulling him from the fire and flooding him with warmth. He shivers, clutching the back of her shirt, and feels her pull him a bit firmer against her. His eyes sting, he tastes salt, and in her arms it finally feels like home.

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I got a percolator today, my first ever and im learning how to use it. I watched several yt vids and followed the instructions the best i could. And yknow what happened? I burned the coffee grounds and got terrible coffee that was so hilariously bad that i just started laughing. Ive only had burnt coffee twice before this but the flavor is so distinctive i had no trouble figuring out what went wrong. And i poured out my cup and maybe later or tomorrow ill try again. Im probably going to drink several cups of subpar, burnt coffee before i get it right. And yknow what? Thats ok! I messed up, found out where i think i went wrong, and ill try again.

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