[He glances up and sees that head tilt, then glances away again. He doesn't know how much she knows -probably more than he's comfortable with- but he doesn't think he can tell her about the little team they were starting to form and the hopes he had for it to be something like friendship, maybe. Something that no one tried to give him bad directions to, because hey, he belonged there. They wanted him there.
Or, at least, he likes to hope that they someday would have.]
Do you like milk tea? I, uh. I found a place that does that...
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Or, at least, he likes to hope that they someday would have.]
Do you like milk tea? I, uh. I found a place that does that...