-- It's all I did at the SSR after the war. Cups and cups and carafes of the stuff. 'Marge, bring us some coffee,' all bloody day long. The smell turns my stomach.
[ quick and sharp like rifle-shot. too many details are volunteered; she shakes her head.
and yet. and yet there's so much more he could have asked, and she can't help but blurt: ] Christ, I love you.
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Date: 2017-09-01 08:14 pm (UTC)[ quick and sharp like rifle-shot. too many details are volunteered; she shakes her head.
and yet. and yet there's so much more he could have asked, and she can't help but blurt: ] Christ, I love you.
[ because he asked about coffee. what a saint. ]