Where? [ He doesn't snap it but it comes out frustrated, and that's enough for him to know to take a breath and to realise he's allowing himself to become too emotional. That won't help, and the sound of his own voice makes a dread creep onto him like frost in winter, without literally being so.
But more than likely, whatever was still in his cup was devoid of heat. ]
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But more than likely, whatever was still in his cup was devoid of heat. ]
We were fine. We were just talking.
[ It was all he knew. ]