[ eventually, kyle wakes up with a yawn. ambles to his kitchen to grab some coffee. it'll never be radu's and he feels a pang of loss. there was nothing quite like living above a coffee shop. sometimes, he recalls the smells that permeated in the morning, the romanian tunes radu would play when he was setting up shop.
but it feels so distant. like it all happened to another person. and maybe it did.
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but it feels so distant. like it all happened to another person. and maybe it did.
to jason, without thinking: ]
You want coffee?