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[pullsneedles]

Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is back in a few minutes, with a large mug of something hot and minty which should just about be done steeping.

[pullsneedles]

It already feels good just from smell alone.

"I don't think I ever had tea b'fore," Lucas says.

[a1enzo]

"Really? I usually go for Cocoa, but tea's nice, and it's not sweet unless you sweeten it."

[pullsneedles]

"The brownies're sweet enough."

He reaches out to take the mug.

[a1enzo]

"Kinda what I figured. Bar said this'd be a good blend for you."

[pullsneedles]

Lucas breathes in the steam from the tea, both hands holding the mug. He feels like he wouldn't mind just putting his face in it, but he takes a careful sip instead.

Then a deeper sip once he's used to the temperature.

[a1enzo]

"Good?"

[pullsneedles]

"Yes."

He takes another long sip.

"It's the best feeling I've had in a while."

[a1enzo]

"Good. There's other kinds, too, but Bar said this'd be a good one for soothing."

[pullsneedles]

"It feels like it can find the cracks inside an' it's trying t'fill them up."

[a1enzo]

Enzo smiles. "That must be good tea."