[ Matthew hesitates for just a moment before he goes to the cupboard--the dishes haven't moved, at least--grabs a glass, and then over to the fridge. It's emptier than he remembers.
He fills his glass and climbs onto the stool by the counter, takes a few sips, fiddles with the coin tied to his wrist.
Not doing anything is hard, because his mind has always been prone to wandering and right now there aren't many good places for it to go. He watches Declan for a minute and then-- ]
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He fills his glass and climbs onto the stool by the counter, takes a few sips, fiddles with the coin tied to his wrist.
Not doing anything is hard, because his mind has always been prone to wandering and right now there aren't many good places for it to go. He watches Declan for a minute and then-- ]
How old are you?
[ No, that-- he shouldn't have asked that. ]