[...Oh. He wouldn't have guessed that, possibly because he wouldn't have expected Father to get as far as making him tea. Or bother making him tea. He isn't sure, really, but he looks at his own cup of tea and tries not to think about how he didn't forget that after so much time... apart.
Tries. He still thinks about it.]
And you are so very predictable about it... [he taps the sides of his cup with his nails before taking a sip to mask his expression - he doesn't know whether this is something to smile about, or— maybe not. Possibly, very probably not? Hmm.]
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Tries. He still thinks about it.]
And you are so very predictable about it... [he taps the sides of his cup with his nails before taking a sip to mask his expression - he doesn't know whether this is something to smile about, or— maybe not. Possibly, very probably not? Hmm.]