[ Another smile - a real one, though he hides it straight away.
He reaches for the cup. It has cooled, by this time, so he drinks it down in one long sip, finally upending the cup and slurping the still-undissolved, tea-soaked lumps of sugar. His tongue flicks at the rim of the cup, delicately. ]
So.
[ He's been sitting, crouched, with his knees drawn up before him. But now he relaxes, leaning over and reclining across the bed, propped up on an elbow, his hand against his cheek. He holds out his cup, lazily, for more tea. ]
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He reaches for the cup. It has cooled, by this time, so he drinks it down in one long sip, finally upending the cup and slurping the still-undissolved, tea-soaked lumps of sugar. His tongue flicks at the rim of the cup, delicately. ]
So.
[ He's been sitting, crouched, with his knees drawn up before him. But now he relaxes, leaning over and reclining across the bed, propped up on an elbow, his hand against his cheek. He holds out his cup, lazily, for more tea. ]
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